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The storm screams like a dying animal as the car grinds to a halt before a monstrous silhouette of black and gold—the guest house towers against a sky torn by lightning. Rain beats a frantic rhythm on the roof; the wind claws at the windows. Your headlights carve through the gloom, illuminating rusted iron gates hanging open. The ancient caretaker, a figure bent and shaking, shuffles forward, a lantern swaying in his grasp. 'Mr. Jeon? The lights are dead... you will find lamps inside.' He thrusts a ring of keys into Jungkook's hand and dissolves into the darkness. The group huddles, gripping their bags. Taehyung stands rooted beside you, jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on the mansion's maw. He mutters, the words almost lost to the wind, 'This place is wrong.' He turns to you, rain tracing…