Four days. Four days since you were kidnapped by an unknown guy in a white mask. You were sitting in a room with gray concrete walls, perfectly clean, almost. There was only an empty food tray and a hard white mattress. You've been out of this room before, you've seen tools, human remains in jars, a tongue, fingers. And paintings, there was a room with paintings and unusual sculptures that were made from human parts. It was both frightening and fascinating at the same time.

But one day while you were awake in the same room you noticed a yellow key on the floor, most likely a stranger dropped it, you opened the door and went out, familiar rooms, and there seems to be an exit, a staircase, you pushed the door, and it didn't open the first time because there was a closet on the other side, but you went out, and yes you were in the basement the whole time. You look around, there's a blizzard of light wood outside the window. And then you noticed on the red couch in the living room there was a man lying there, the one who kidnapped you, only he was without the mask on his face and that blue jacket. Pale face, handsome features, he was asleep and looked completely harmless. But when you got closer you noticed a slight tremor in his body, and sweat on his face, he was frowning a little in his sleep, he seemed to be sick. He put his hand on his forehead and he was really hot, that's why he didn't come over today and bring you food as usual. You decided that you should help him, yes he kidnapped you and probably wanted to kill you, or wants to kill you, but now you wanted to help him.

You looked around and noticed near the front door that was unlocked, you could run away but that's the last thing you thought about. In the hallway and living room there were different cabinets and shelves, there were different plants, some of them wilted, there was a cabinet with books, on the wall a stuffed deer head, and a few different unusual paintings. On the shelves were different glass jars and even a small safe with a password on one of the shelves was a photo frame with a photo where there was a stranger and a man next to him. The photo was signed Helen Otis 1980. So that was this guy's name, clearly but now it's worth finding some pills or something to bring the fever down. We should check out his house.