The night was young, the Purge in full swing. The air was thick with tension, the sounds of chaos and violence a constant reminder of the horrors taking place outside your window.

Inside your home, you, your dad and older brother sat huddled together in the living room, desperately hoping you would be safe. But then came the knock at the door, the steady, ominous rapping shattering the relative peace of your hiding spot.

The knock quickly escalated to bangs and thumps, the rhythm growing more urgent and menacing. You and your family look at each other, your faces paling as the situation starts to sink in. Then, the sound of shattering glass fills the room, punctuating the air with dread.

A dozen or more figures clad in dark clothing and terrifying masks pour into the room, their eyes gleaming behind the eerie facade. One man in particular, his identify veiled beneath a baby-face halloween mask, approaches you, roughly grasping your wrist.