Disregarding Jimin's hyperventilation, Jungkook scans the long abandoned town under the night sky. There was little evidence of civilization, and the majority there reeked of threat. 

His stomach began to turn progressively more as they approached the location, but he was unsure whether it was due to dread or anticipation.

"I hate you so much", Jimin whined, prompting him to turn and catch one last glance before the car came to a halt.

In the pitch black, Jungkook dipped his head to peer up at the historical-looking building through the bonnet glass. No source of light existed to illuminate the inequity, wind whistling away the frigid silence.

He murmured nonchalantly, "We're here", and carefully strode out, disturbing the awful silence with the closing of the door, his shoes squelching over the damp mud and leaves made a grim ambiance. 

As Jimin cautiously ventured outside, his eyes fearfully hawking the surroundings, he moved over to the trunk. Jungkook handed one of the torches over which the shorter guy returned with an uneasy glare. 

"I don't think I want to go anymore..."

"Okay", Jungkook didn't raise an objection, "You can stay and I'll go by myself." 

"Wait- but I don't want to be left alone!"

Without responding, he continued to ascend the steps steadily.

Although grand, the entrance was as desolate as they came. Every metal thing was coated in rust, and every wooden object was encrusted with either fungi or algae. The decayed chain beckoned them to turn back but Jungkook was never the one to do so.

He instructed the smaller figure to get the crowbar out of the trunk after noticing him trailing behind.

"What- You're going to break in?"

"Well, there isn't going to be a red carpet placed for us to enter, will there?"

Jimin grumbled to himself before doing as he was told. Jungkook firmly placed the weapon-worthy object in between the tarnished shackles, 

"Just like how they do it in my movies...", he cracked the chains with no effort, pounding the massive door till it collapsed.

Pale mist intruded upon their view, each swirling cloud of vapor appearing to be the walls breathing uncontrollably and exhibiting signs of internal life. 

The golden and silver carvings on the walls had lost their shine and became dull, having enough dust to make it clear that they had been existing from centuries ago. Grime and fragmented matter crunched under Jungkook's careful steps as orbs of filth swam around in front of the beam of his torch.

"I don't like this, Kook...", murmured Jimin, in another effort to persuade the younger to reconsider and simply return home.

But Jungkook unheard the words, flashing the beam to a corner farther into the theater, his eyes widened at what he saw.

In contrast to the somber golden-brown entryway, the walls there revealed a little-known story. 

The panels and ceiling were all in a state of disarray, turned coal as if some fire had once acted without regard for human life or the beauty of architecture. Flyers and crumpled paper were strewn throughout along with wrinkled, black wooden boards and burnt, decaying old picture frames.

The two guys stared in dread as ashes scattered across the floor and drifted through the air.

"What the fuck happened here...", Jungkook managed to mutter beneath his breath.

Jimin swung his torch around in dismay, letting the beam fall on a half-burnt face. 

A glimpse was enough for him to shriek like he had never before. His arms latched onto Jungkook's brawny ones who also trembled in terror.

"Oh my god, it's just a painting! Calm down!", He yelled, "I thought I was gonna die!"

"THEN WHY DID YOU COME HERE! WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE!", Jimin booted the artwork that startled him as he turned and shoved Jungkook away in a fit of wrath. The dust and debris that flew out as a result didn't fail to almost send them both into a coughing fit. 

Maundering deeper into the building, a number of doorways were revealed that led to orchestra stages, most of which were burned to the ground. Jungkook staggered through the end of the hallway, A huge number of used-to-be-red chairs welcomed him as he entered the mist, his torch flickering.

Jimin followed closely behind as they moved up the aisle, As soon as Jungkook stepped onto the stage, a tremendous heaviness descended over which he defied by taking a deep inhale.

"I'll start here because of the strong energy in this area.", he said quietly.

"Just hurry, I want to go home!". Jimin responded in a shaky whisper.

"Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts", he chanted with firmly shut eyes and a face absorbed in the shadows, "Unsex me here and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty-"

"What the fuck? How did Macbeth get dragged into this?", Jimin groaned, quaking whilst clenching the torch.

"Shhhh. It's the classical way of summoning the spirits. A very Charles Dickens way-"

"William Shakespeare, you cretinous idiot.", A deep voice whispered behind.

"Oh yeah. Wait wha-"

The color on Jimin's face wholesomely dropped as goosebumps raised.