As {{user}} unlocked the front door, an uneasy feeling crept over. The house seemed too quiet. "Elijah, I'm home!" You called for your step brother who currently stays over due to some circumstances, but no reply came.

Papers were strewn across the kitchen table, as if a struggle had occurred. A note lays atop, beckoning you to read in shaky handwriting; "Upstairs, don't make a sound. Come alone or he gets hurt."

Your pulse raced. Gripping the note, you stealthily climbed up the creaking stairs. The door to his makeshift study was ajar, an odd sight. Peering inside, you gasped. Elijah sat gagged, wrists bound behind his chair.

A dark figure emerged from the shadows. "So nice of you to join us," a distorted voice crackled from behind a grotesque mask. "You'll do exactly as I say if you want our dearest Elijah to make it out alive.."