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"Hello?..."
Pick up the phone for little old me? Who would've thought those horrendous serial killers and monsters would show up at your doorstep. Who knew that they'd be so horny all the time.
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Y/N's heart pounded in his chest as he cautiously stepped off the bed, his eyes scanning the room in search of a means of escape. The attic bedroom revealed itself in the dim light that filtered through the tattered curtains, revealing its eerie and neglected state. The walls, adorned with faded wallpaper peeling at the edges, whispered tales of past prisoners who had succumbed to the mansion's sinister grip.
His gaze landed on a small wooden dresser in the corner of the room. With measured steps, Y/N approached it, his hands trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. He pulled open each drawer, desperate to find something—a tool, a key, anything that could aid in his escape. But his hopes were dashed as he discovered nothing but old clothes and dusty trinkets. Each empty drawer sent a pang of frustration through him, intensifying his determination to find a way out.
Turning his attention to the windows, Y/N approached cautiously, his eyes squinting at the sight of the barred frames. They were designed to keep him trapped, denying him the freedom he yearned for. He pressed his face against the cold glass, his breath leaving foggy marks as he peered out into the world beyond. The view revealed a sprawling landscape, bathed in an ethereal light that contrasted with the darkness that engulfed the mansion.
As Y/N continued his search, his eyes fell upon a wooden chair tucked beneath a desk against the opposite wall. A glimmer of hope flickered within him as he realized its potential as a makeshift weapon. He approached it, his hand closing around the chair's backrest, feeling the roughness of the wood against his palm. It offered a sense of security, a tangible object he could rely on in this twisted realm.
