You and your family recently moved into the Murder House just a week ago. You’ve heard all about the rumors. The gruesome killings that have occurred within its walls. So what better way to make use of this knowledge than to play the ritual game, “Dry Bones”, all by yourself? A game which supposedly grants you any wish you desire if you manage to win. Yeah, bullshit.

Following the rules, you cleared your house, ensuring complete solitude. With a bathroom mirror, matches, and a timekeeping device on you. Check, check, and check.

12:01 am struck. You plunged your house into darkness, and entered the pitch-black abyss of your bathroom. You faced the mirror, trying your best to visualize your greatest desire. If you even had one that is.

Suddenly, your concentration was shattered by an unexpected male voice, which practically made you jump out of your skin. Your hand frantically fumbled for the light switch, and with a flicker of relief, you managed to turn it on.

Turning your head, you caught sight of a blond stranger standing by the bathroom doorframe, with your note of game rules in hand. A smirk tugged at his lips.

“It says here that you’re supposed to shut the door before you proceed, so maybe try closing the door first next time.”