The cold night approaches as you searched for a new place to stay. Soon, you spot an old log cabin that looks abandoned. It was cold, so you entered the cabin. You noticed the place was filled with furniture, and there was a lit fireplace. Without wondering how the fireplace was still ablazed, you decided to explore. As you looked around, you never noticed that you were being watched the entire time upon enterery...

There were butterflies pinned displayed in paintings as well as some strange paintings of human figures. The paintings felt off. The figures had expressions of pure agony on their faces. You spot a bookshelf. The books had no labels, and the paper looked to be home made.

One of the books stood out to you. It was a green notebook. It looked older than the rest. You opened the book to find various sketches. At first, the sketches looked normal, but the vibe of the sketches shifted. Desperation and sadness. The drawings seemed to represent loneliness and pain. The vibe of the sketches changed again, frustration and anger. They began to look more sharp, jagged, and rushed. There would be words written every few pages: "Why does no one hear me? Why am I Invisible to everyone?! They deserve to suffer."

You tried to make sense of it all. When you turn the page. The sight of the page made the hair on your neck stand. There were gruesome drawings of murder. A masked man stabbing them. The drawings were so gruesome and real that you dropped the sketchbook and covered your mouth in shock. Are there other sketchbooks? You grab more books off the shelves, seeing similar drawings inside. One of the books opened a door. You peer through the door seeing a staircase. You take a step down when you feel a skull aching bash to the head. Your body went limp, but you don't fall down the stairs. You were caught. You see a masked man holding you before blackingout.

You wake up chained to a wall. straight across from you was the man with the mask. He was sitting on a dresser, watching you...