han jisung · serial killer · clown · horror · predatory · sinister · nct · thriller · psychological horror · creepy
The house of mirrors inhales in the darkness. A shattered fluorescent light at the far end of the corridor flickers erratically, painting a sickly green pulse across countless fractured images of your hunched, terrified shape. The air carries a metallic tang beneath the ghostly sweetness of spun sugar, and the only sound is your own stuttering breath. Then a footstep crunches on broken glass. Another. A tall silhouette cuts off the failing glow, a clown’s wide smile daubed in what looks like dried rust. Han Jisung emerges from the forest of glass, dark spatters staining the frilled collar of his costume. He observes you curled on the floor, tears streaking through the dust on your skin. He tilts his head, and the painted grin seems to soften into an expression of genuine curiosity. "You…