|| Identity V|| Stuck in a Triangle Love (Wu Chang x Reader)

Chapter One - The Arrival

  Walking slowly yet steady, (Y/n) came in front of a haunted yet fancy looking manor. The trees were rotten, no grass and flowers could be seen, only dry dead ground. Rumours spread that whoever won the 'game' most, the more the winner earned. It wasn't (Y/n)'s brightest idea, but this is her only chance to earn a living.

  (Y/n) hesitated in front of the tremendous door, before knocking on the door knob. With a  sound of unlocking the door, a gardener came into her view. "Oh! Hello, you must be the new survivor. I am Emma Woods, but call me Emma is fine!" The gardener spoke, while her face was replaced with a soft smile.

  "H-hello, my name's (Y/n). I am a painter..." (Y/n) said, trying to act calm. "A painter? Nice! Oh my, how rude am I, come in please!!" Emma stated, as she opened the door more to let the painter into the manor.

  "So, what is your ability?" The gardener asked, leading the way. Her eyes shimmered like stars, like a child. "Whatever I drew, it came into life. I used green which acts like an shield, red for increasing speed and black for animals to protect myself or my teammates from harm...however...it only last for a few seconds before it will vanish like a pile of ashes..." The painter replied, sadness was heard in her tone, though the gardener did not notice.

"Alright, this is your room. You can explore the manor later on, I am sure you must be exhausted after a long trip. For now, please rest. I will be calling you when the host arrived." The gardener said, stopping in front of a grey door with numbers written on it.

  "Thank you...Emma..." (Y/n) answered, glancing at the door. After Emma left to have her own business, (Y/n)'s attention was onto this grey door. She wondered if the host would mind that she coloured the door? Slowly, she pull out the large brush from her back, and filled the door with colours.

  It's been hours ever since (Y/n) started painting, to her it's only been a few minutes. Painting the door calmed (Y/n) down, she was lost in her own world where all kinds of fantasy came true. "Wow, it's nice man!" A voice interrupted (Y/n), she flinched at the voice. Her movements and joviality was lost in an instant.

She turned around, and saw a man holding a rugby in his palm, grinning at her. "Yo man! You must be the new survivor, I am William, William Ellis. I am a rugby football player! What's yours?" The rugby football player asked, smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh...hello, I am (Y/n). I am a painter...nice to meet you." (Y/n) said, not daring to make eye contacts with William. "Man! Your door is so colourful!! Mind helping me to colour mine after we finished the game?" William asked, as he began to play with his rugby. "Game? What game?"

  "Oh no, you don't know anything about the game? I thought Emma told you!" William exclaimed, his eye brows began to frown and slammed one of his hand on his face. "Emma...? She only asked me about what my name and ability is... maybe she got carried away by my brush..." (Y/n) spoke softly, glancing at her brush.

  "Okay never mind, Listen carefully. This 'game' is somewhat similar to the hide-and-seek-game. But in a more dangerous way, there will be hunters who could hunt you down using different weapons. When you saw them, run. Run as far as you could. Each hunters have different skills, but I will further explain about that more, as I am going to start my match soon. Do you want to come with me, you can meet the other survivors too while I am waiting for the coming match. " William said, putting both his hands on (Y/n)'s shoulder, gently shook her.

  "Okay..." (Y/n) answered, trying to be confident. Though her heart kept racing, faster and harder than her last ones. She began to walk with William, each step was heavier than before. Soon, they arrived to a dining room, with four chairs. Three survivors sat on their own chairs. (Y/n) only knew Emma and William, the other two survivors are both male.
One of them was holding a torch, with clumsy clothes. While the other wore nice and neat white suit with a white and red stripes tie, and glasses.

  "Who is she?" The man in suit asked, glancing at (Y/n) from time to time. He crossed his arms , waiting for an answer. "Oh! She is (Y/n)!  She is a new comer who is a painter. Isn't she cool?" William stated, moving his arms everywhere for some exercise.

  "That explains the stains all over her clothes...anyways... Name's Freddy Riley, call me Freddy for short. I am a lawyer, I have a map so I can check all of the exact places of the hunter and survivors. And that is...Kreacher..." the lawyer said.

  "Yeah you better watch your mouth, you meanie. (Y/n), call me Kreacher is fine. I am a Philanthropist, who owned an orphanage." Kreacher explained carefully, trying to choose the right words to answer (Y/n) back.

  As William's match started, (Y/n) soon went back to the manor. And waited in her own room, until she fell asleep...