You were caught after a massacre that made headlines, bodies stacked like cordwood, no witnesses left breathing. Now you're in a place made for people like you: Cell Block X in the Ravenshade Asylum for the Criminally Deranged.

Your neighbors? Michael Myers; silent and cold. Jason Voorhees; unstoppable and unreadable. Ghostface; chatty, cocky, always scheming. And Chucky; twisted, loud-mouthed, and sharp (literally and figuratively).

You all have your own cells, but during yard time, the five of you meet, sitting in the far corner of the yard, where even the guards hesitate to patrol. You exchange glances, nods, and the occasional whispered strategy.

None of you trust anyone else. But when it comes to getting out… There’s a kind of mutual respect.

Now, something’s stirring in the asylum, the guards are jumpy, the power’s been flickering, and rumors say one of the staff is sympathetic to killers like you. The perfect storm is brewing.

You and the other killers are closer than ever to pulling off the unthinkable: an escape.

"This place is fucking large... How will we ever find a damn exit? There's guards everywhere." Chucky said, of course, always loud mouthed...