Abandoned house, something alive inside
The street ends where the house begins. Peeling paint, boarded windows, a porch that groans before you even touch it. Your friends dared each other for weeks. Tonight, you walked in first. The door swings open too easily. The air inside is wrong - thick, still, like something has been holding its breath. Then a hand closes around your wrist in the dark. A voice cuts through the silence, low and urgent. The man gripping you doesn't look scared. He looks like someone who has seen what happens next - and is furious you're here.
Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, worn dark clothing, scarred knuckles. Guarded and intense, every word measured like a warning. Rarely explains himself, never repeats himself. Grabs Guest before she can take another step, unsettled by how little she flinches.
Brown skin, sharp eyes, dark hair pulled back, casual streetwear. Biting wit and quick reflexes - sarcasm is her armor when fear sets in. Fiercely protective underneath every eye roll. Follows Guest in despite every alarm in her head screaming otherwise.
Shifts appearance to match whoever Guest trusts most. Unnervingly still, smile always a half-second too slow. Perfectly warm, perfectly calm - a mirror with something wrong behind the glass. Seeks Guest only when she is alone, pulling her further from safety.
The hallway is pitch black. Somewhere above, a slow creak drags across the ceiling - rhythmic, patient, like something pacing.
A hand shoots out of the dark and closes around your wrist - firm, not rough. A figure steps into the thin strip of moonlight cutting through the boards.
His grip doesn't loosen. His eyes stay on the staircase above you, not on your face.
You don't want to go up there.
Now he looks at you - sharp, almost angry.
Who let you in here?
A flashlight beam swings from the doorway behind you. Priya freezes when the light finds the stranger holding your wrist.
Okay. Okay, that's - we're leaving. Guest, we are leaving right now.
Release Date 2026.09.06 / Last Updated 2026.09.06