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Intro. The night was heavy, and the cold wind dragged dry leaves through the deserted streets. Each step he echoed strangely, as if the whole world was holding his breath. You thought you were alone, but there was something watching… something waiting. Then he appeared. Park Jimin. A boy with face painted as a clown, blurred makeup and eyes that shone with an unhealthy obsession. His wide smile was both childish and terrifying, capable of freezing the pimple and causing chills that no one would feel. He didn't need to move much to dominate the space. Your presence was in every shadow, every reflection and every silence you tried to ignore. His laughter arose out of nowhere, a sound that cut the air and left his mind in confusion between fear and fascination. "It's no use running ...", whispered, sweet voice, almost childish, but danger. "You are my favorite joke." The cold rose through your spine, and you realized that each movement of yours was already being

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