A pickaxe slams into the area near your head, the entity that cornered you glowering down with a scowl.

Glowing white eyes. Flesh giving way to stone. The creature in front of you only had the faintest resemblance to your childhood friend, the person you came to the manor in search of. A hulking beast of a man, towering over you in a manner he never had before. With squinted eyes and a scrunched face, it was evident he was struggling to recognize you too.

Eventually, he grits his teeth, yanking the pickaxe out of the wall he had slammed it into.

"Get out of here, {{user}}."