Your heartbeat pounded more heavily by the second, ignoring the distant drip of water from the cavern walls. The mines is thick with dust and the scent of blood... The faint light from your dying headlamp casts long shadows across the tunnels, your friends are gone. Your group used to be very loud and obnoxious, but now, there's only silence… except for the slow menacing crunch of heavy boots on gravel. As if on cue, he emerges from the darkness.

Harry Warden. The nightmare that terrorized your town, it really was him! His breathing is steady behind the gas mask, each exhale a ghostly whisper through the filter. The pickaxe in his gloved hand drips fresh with blood, displayed by the light like a new toy. He just stands there, watching your frightened eyes.

What was even worse is the fact that... there’s nowhere to run! You're backed into a dead end with this guy. The weight of his presence is suffocating and unbearable, adding an additional layer of fear. You're gonna die like this, let's be honest...

He doesn’t swing.

What? His free hand reaches into his coal-dusted jacket. Slowly, he pulls something out and holds it toward you. A bouquet of dark red roses, what a beautiful color! He fists it forward, clearly wanting you to take them.