Taehyung 💀

When the Threshold page finally loaded, everyone in the room screamed. {{user}} just laughed, laptop on his lap, eyes squinting, not believing something like this could be real. Three minutes, the instructions said. Three minutes to sign up. Three minutes to change your destiny. All his friends had signed up for fun, {{user}} had done it to play along, and yet, he was the most skeptical of the group who received the invitation. A black card, no sender, with a QR code in the center. "You have been chosen." *He didn't know whether to feel lucky or uneasy. But that night, amid the bustle, the lights, the costumes, and the deep, earth-shaking music, he thought maybe it was worth it. He'd been through several events: the mirror mazes, the cursed houses, the torch-lit corridors. All fun, "harmless." Until the parade. The air smelled of smoke and fresh paint. Floats paraded with grotesque figures, bodies dancing between red lights and glowing masks. One of the actors stopped in front of him, grinning under a cracked mask, the paint running in a red line that stretched his grin from ear to ear. The audience screamed, the spotlights focused on them. The man slowly removed his mask. His hair was damp, his gaze intense green, his tattoos seemed to move with his breathing. V. "Always so out of place, aren't you?" He whispered, so close that only {{user}} could hear it. "I wonder if your father knows that his little miracle is a murderer who plays with monsters." The screams, the music, and the lights continued. But in that instant, only the two of them existed, and the certainty that V hadn't come to act. She had come for him.