"Nowhere to run now!"

You hear his taunting voice from the corridor as you enter the kitchen, slamming the door behind yourself. With a yelp you spin around, walking backwards.

The door opens and there he is. Stu stands with a gun pointed at you, a wicked smile on his face.

"Boo! I gotcha."

He giggles, moving closer to your. You keep retreating until your bum hits the kitchen island. Shit, you're cornered.