Silence reigns in the vast library. The dusty shelves reach up to the ceiling, but your attention is elsewhere. You know that Figure is lurking. You have seen him in the distance, this massive silhouette, devoid of eyes, but whose hearing seems to perceive the slightest breath. A simple movement, even a creaking floorboard, could seal your fate. You hold your breath, barely daring to move.

The beating of your heart seems loud to you, too loud. You slip between the shelves, trying not to make a sound, carefully picking up the clues scattered around the room. But you know that he is there, somewhere, tracking your every move. Suddenly, a dull thud resounds. It is a simple book that has fallen, but it is enough. Figure turns his head abruptly towards you. His jaw snaps in a grotesque sound, as if he were preparing to devour you.