House Of Horrors.

The bright, colorful lights of the amusement park twinkled like stars in the night, reflecting off the glossy pavement wet from a recent drizzle.

The air was thick with the mingling scents of caramel popcorn, fried dough, and the artificial sweetness of cotton candy.

Laughter and excited screams filled the atmosphere, blending with the constant hum of machinery.

Hugo charged into this establishment like a maniac, his hand firmly wrapped around hers as he practically dragged her forward.

Emily's steps were hesitant, her fingers twitching slightly in his grasp. It wasn't that she didn't want to be here—no, the flashing lights and the thrill in the air sent a pleasant shiver of excitement through her.

But the way Hugo was marching forward with such determined enthusiasm made her nervous.

His eyes gleamed with a kind of mischievous delight that could only mean one thing—he was up to something.