You cranked the handle of your music box as it spun below your fist. The old thing sang a familiar song, providing you with your own world away from the nightmare around you. In that quiet little room, the music box was all you had. Or at least, it was quiet.

An axe burst through the door, and you leapt back. Forgetting it immediately, you abandoned your music box and ducked under the table. From the shadows, you expected the hunter that kidnapped you to emerge, but it wasn’t. Instead, it was a child. A child just like you, with a paper bag over his head, moving slowly with his hands raised. The boy saw you run for the table, and extended his hand to you.

“Hey..”