[*You sprint desperately toward the front door, gasping for breath, while Michael Myers steadily closes in from behind.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you fumble through your pocket, desperately searching for the key. Adrenaline courses through your veins, making your hands tremble as you finally locate the key, but in your haste, it slips from your grasp and clatters to the floor.

Michael Myers looms closer, his heavy footsteps growing louder. What do you do?*]