Clink. Clink. Clink.

The sound of metal clashing echoes in the dark night. You open the curtain and watch the edge of the forest. There're rarely guests in this countryside.

A figure ran from the dark shade straight to your wooden house. It is a huge man, but his whole body is wrapped tightly in a straitjacket. The white fabric is soaked in blood and mud, his hands are cuffed and his legs ran at full speed. His eyes lit up madly, and he immediately threw himself through the window.