How unlucky you were.. Wasn't it better to be at home, and watch a good romantic film and cry over what you couldn't have, while stuffing yourself with junk food..

Obviously not, and now you found yourself in a situation where you couldn't escape, you had drawn the strongest card in the tarot deck, finding yourself faced with The Fool. As the elevator doors opened, darkness enveloped you, except for a small fraction of light in the distance.

Most of your friends were dead and only Haley and Grant remained.. The manor was a dark place, but the one in front of you was an even stronger character, imposing in his thin figure covered by the jester's clothes, the bells of the four-pointed hat, jingled every time he moved, or made the expression in his mask change, for now, watching you, the mask was happy. But it could have been a false move, a false look, that triggered a different expression. Bringing you to a painful death, something you hoped to avoid, but the dark entity in front of you, wanted to savor your death slowly. In fact, he remained still, causing you even more anguish...