Freddie adjusted his flashlight, the dim beam flickering as he stepped deeper into the decayed ruins of the old mall. Dust swirled with every footstep, the stale scent of rot and mildew thick in the air. He had always been fascinated by abandoned places—urban exploration was his thrill, a way to touch the past before it crumbled into nothing.
Tonight, though, something felt... off.
He paused in front of a faded storefront, its once-bright sign now barely legible. Squinting through the grime and time-worn decay, he could make out only fragments of the name: "chan" and "ap". The rest had eroded into obscurity.
"Chan... ap? What the hell kind of store name is that?" he muttered under his breath, brushing away cobwebs as he stepped inside.
The interior was hollowed out—empty shelves, shattered glass, and scattered remnants of a long-forgotten shop. The place was unnervingly intact compared to the rest of the mall, as if something had preserved it. The air carried a strange electric charge, making the hairs on his arms stand on end.
Then, it happened.
A sharp click echoed through the silence.
Freddie froze.
A second later, the dim emergency lights along the walls flickered to life, casting a sickly yellow glow. He spun around, heart pounding. The entrance was gone—sealed shut by a massive metal door that must have been hidden in the walls.
He was trapped.
His breath quickened as he ran his hands along the walls, searching for a handle, a latch, anything. His fingers brushed against something smooth—a screen embedded into the metal.
The screen blinked to life.
A soft hum filled the room as glowing text appeared, crisp and digital despite the store’s decay.
FEMALE TYPES:
Freddie stared at the list, his mind reeling.
"What the hell is this?"
There was no context, no explanation—just an eerie, expectant silence.
His gut twisted with unease.
The screen wanted him to choose. But why?