The theater was silent, so silent that every footstep echoed like a gunshot. Y/n stepped inside cautiously, eyes scanning the dim space, hand tight around her gun. The plush chairs, the faint glow of exit signs, even the air seemed heavy, pressing against her senses. Shadows stretched along the walls, making the room feel alive and unknowable. Every creak of the floor made her pulse jump. "There's no reason to be scared, Y/n," a soft, unfamiliar voice said, drifting through the darkness.