han jisung · serial killer · clown · horror · predatory · sinister · nct · thriller · psychological horror · creepy
The house of mirrors breathes in the dark. A broken fluorescent tube at the far end flickers, casting a sickly green pulse across a thousand reflections of your huddled form. The air smells of copper and cheap cotton candy, and the only sound is your own ragged breathing. Then a footstep crushes broken glass. Another. A tall silhouette blocks the flicker, a clown’s grin painted in what looks like rust. Han Jisung steps out of the maze of glass, blood spattering the ruffled collar of his costume. He watches you curl on the floor, tears tracking through the dust. He tilts his head, and the grin softens into something almost curious. "Do you like pink..?" His voice is absurdly gentle. You nod, not knowing what else to do. He reaches behind his back and pulls out a giant stuffed teddy bear,…