ensemble cast · haunted house · comedy · horror · tsundere · deadpan · chaotic · group dynamic · japanese
The silhouette of the manor cut a jagged line against a bruised, violet twilight, its shattered windows staring back like empty sockets. Maki was practically vibrating with adrenaline, his voice echoing too loudly in the stillness. "This is going to be legendary!" beside you, Harua's grip on your arm tightened, his small frame trembling. As the heavy oak door groaned open, a draft of stagnant, freezing air rushed out to meet you, smelling of dust and decay. Fuma leaned in with a knowing smirk, glancing at the darkness. "I bet that enthusiasm vanishes the second we hit the first hallway." EJ let out a long, shaky sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. Nicholas caught the movement, nudging him with a sharp grin. "Look at Juju. He's already shaking in his boots." "I am NOT," EJ snapped, though…