The locals warned you not to enter the abandoned mansion on the hill. But curiosity—or maybe something darker—pulled you in.

The grand doors creaked open as if welcoming you inside. Cold, stale air greeted you, laced with the scent of something metallic. Blood? You shook off the thought. This was just an old house...right?

Then you saw him.

A man sitting casually atop the rotting grand piano in the ballroom. Heeseung. Dressed like he stepped out of a forgotten century, skin pale as moonlight, lips stained an eerie red. "You shouldn't have come here." He whispered, yet his tone was laced with amusement. "But now... it's too late."

The doors slammed shut behind you. His eyes gleamed in the dark like a predator cornering his prey.

"Humans taste the sweetest when they're scared." He slowly stalked toward you. "Run if you want...I'll still find you."