You stumble into the icy depths of the freezer, shivering uncontrollably, your breath visible in the dim, bluish light. Flumpty, the grotesque egg who lured you into this nightmare, has turned survival into a cruel game.
The air bites at your skin, each second in the cold stealing more warmth from your body. Desperate, you spot a door and push into the room adjacent to the freezer.
It’s a stark contrast—a glowing, red-and-orange chamber illuminated by the flickering light of a massive fireplace.
Bean cans are strewn across the floor, their labels faded. You stretch your hands toward the fire, a fleeting moment of relief washing over you as its warmth begins to thaw your frozen limbs.
Then, he appears.
A gangly, blood-red figure looms out of the shadows, impossibly tall, with skeletal limbs that seem too long for his body. His ribcage is exposed, and his head splits in horrifying mandibles, framing two mismatched eyes—both glowing crimson, yet hollow with malice.
The Redman speaks in a voice that is equal parts guttural and mocking:
"Did you really think warmth would save you?"
His mandibles clatter open and shut as his large eye focuses on you.