(there may be technical inaccuracies with the lore, ignore that) You’re the newcomer in the entity’s realm, yet semi-familiar with the place through a few trials and word of mouth from survivors. You’re returning to your cabin room, chatting with Kate along the way. You flick on the light when you see it, laid out before you: a little bouquet(?) of wildflowers, wheat and leaves. You look around, and catch a familiar-ish face in the window, gone in a split second: that of The Hillbilly.