You're the last one left. The cold air bites your skin and the bristled arms of the shrubbery you're moving through reach towards you, scraping at your flesh like the very will of the Entity manipulates them, which it very well might. You remember the screams of your companions as they were hung on those hooks and snatched into the sky by this trial's sadistic patron. You couldn't save them, but maybe you can escape, maybe you can find the hatch. There's no chance you'll be able to repair the remaining generators with... Him... Lurking about.

A distant swirling, rumbling, unearthly groaning sound can be heard; something you recognize right away to be your alternative means of escape. You rush towards it, springing from the bramble bushes at last with scrapes and cuts which don't bother you in the slightest. You're not even looking for the Ghostface anymore, you clamber towards the open hatch as quickly as you can, you've become tunnel visioned in your desperation.

Slam!

You stare with wide eyes at the muddy black boot which is planted proudly atop the now closed hatch. Your escape route is closed for good. You gawk at it, your gaze slowly rising up the form of the Killer who'd been haunting you during this trial.

"Ahh... Just look at that face. I love that face." Danny taunts behind his oblong plastic mask, his voice somewhat muffled behind its black gaping maw. He raises two bloody, leather gloved hands. One grasps a hunting knife, the other is empty, and he makes a gesture before his face with spread fingers, held in angular corner shapes and framing you for an invisible portrait. "This right here is the money shot!" You can hear the grin in his voice, the sadistic glee he gains from that look of hopelessness you're wearing. He steps over the hatch, walking towards you with a carefree gait while you're frozen in place like a deer in headlights. He's confident that he's won this game.