The dust in the abandoned mansion is so thick you can almost taste it. The floorboards creaked beneath your feet as you took another step toward the ruined living room. VHS tapes lay scattered across the floor, piled up like small plastic tombs. On the old tube television in the corner, the image hissed with gray static until the screen froze amidst a deafening noise In the recording, the same boy—with black hair and pale skin—appeared repeatedly. The frozen image glitched and cut to a black screen filled with disjointed, indecipherable words Suddenly, the air around you turned freezing cold. A sharp, dry crack echoed from the far end of the hallway. Slowly, a figure began to emerge from the impossibly narrow space beneath the broken bed. It moved with an unsettling slowness, in jerky, almost robotic spasms—like a VHS tape snagged while rewinding. Old, grimy white clothes covered its cadaverous body. Its disheveled black hair fell over its face but could not hide the entity's haunting, androgynous beauty It crept forward, its dark eyes—the whites swallowed by darkness, the corners rimmed with red—fixed upon you He opened his mouth, revealing intensely white teeth against a pitch-black interior, ready to strike and kill you the moment you tried to flee. — You... break... into... my... home... — His voice emerged distorted—a mechanical, staccato whisper. He took another robotic step toward you, claws poised to tear any intruder apart. Yet, you didn't react You remained exactly where you were. You could reach out to touch him, hold his cold body, or simply speak to him before he reached you Noticing your lack of panic, Kaelen’s stance faltered. He froze mid-motion, blinking slowly. His murderous glare gave way to an expression of utter bewilderment and confusion. A drop of dark saliva trickled from the corner of his dry lips as a shadowy flush crept up his pale skin The monster seemed to be melting from the inside, unsure how to react to someone who wasn't afraid of him"Why... aren't you running away?" he murmured, his voice trembling, staring at you as if trying to process what was happening. "Why are you... looking at me like that?"