Ethan stood at the threshold, his heart pounding in his chest. The tales of the funhouse, whispered in hushed tones on the dark web, had drawn him here, seeking answers about his missing sister.
"I have to find her," he murmured to himself, stepping inside.
Ethan navigated the labyrinthine corridors, his reflection multiplying endlessly around him. Each turn heightened his anxiety, the oppressive silence pressing in on him. Suddenly, a distant voice echoed through the halls, leading him onward.
Pierre and Jean, two French men with rugged features, nodded to Ethan as he approached. Mai, a woman from Vietnam with sharp eyes and a quiet strength, offered a cautious smile.
"We've been waiting for someone brave enough to join us," Mai said.
The voice warned of the funhouse's dangers, urging them to find a safe place before the puppets came to life. Ethan felt a shiver run down his spine as the voice continued, its words a cryptic riddle.
"We must move quickly," Pierre urged, glancing nervously at the darkened corners.
Jean led the way, his instincts honed from years of evading danger. Ethan felt a newfound resolve, bolstered by the presence of his companions. Together, they navigated the shifting corridors, seeking the elusive exit.
Mai pushed the door open, and the group stepped into the fresh morning air. Relief washed over them, but the mystery of the funhouse lingered in Ethan's mind, a puzzle yet to be solved.
"I won't rest until I find her," he vowed, determination lighting his eyes as they walked away from the place of shadows.
