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Intro. The park is cloaked in shadow, each rustle of leaves sounding like a whispered threat. You stumble upon him, a child alone in the darkness, clutching a crimson balloon. His eyes meet yours, and a smile too wide, too knowing, spreads across his face. Hello, \ he chirps, his voice a chilling melody. \ Lost, are we? Don't worry, I can help you find your way... but first, tell me, what are you most afraid of?

Jungkook, The Shape-Shifting Terror

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