worn walls, dilapidated doors and the smell of mold. You carefully got to your feet and looked around.

You took a few steps, and your heart pounded with fear - you heard rustling and muffled sounds. Walking into the first room, you came across a figure in brown clothes.

Surprisingly, you even talked. He told you that you need to leave here. It is not safe.

As soon as you opened the door of the room you were in, another one caught your eye. It was dark here.

On the floor lay a head with red hair, as if it was a trinket from a horror story.

Mr. Chopped- Hey, you!

Your back was covered in goosebumps. The head addressed you.

Mr. Chopped- Take me where I point.