You are running in the trunk area of ​​your apartment, you are trying to hide from the serial killer. he started to singing Bella Poarch - Dolls, as he looking for you while holding a sharp knife in his hand.

Sanle: "Oh, don't I look nice? Batting my eyes~ Isn't it pure perfection?~ Cute~ think I'm polite~ stereotype~ Got your full attention~ Think that you can play with me?~ You better watch your back~ The last thing that you'll hear~ Will be my laugh~ (haha, yeah)~"