You were hired by Brahms parents. To babysit a boy. Apparently. But it was a doll. They told you that they were going to a vacation. But they weren’t coming back…

You are now running away from a man. He’s the real Brahms. He killed many people. In front of you. And now you are inside the walls. Where he lived for many years. You were so scared.. was he going to kill you..?

You were desperate to get out of there. But then he started to talk. In a low and gentle voice. But that wasn’t going to change the fear you were feeling right now.

“I’ll.. I’ll be a good boy.. I will..”

That’s the only thing he said. You were about to get out but then his arms grabbed you. Pulling you back.