You were relaxing in your house, watching TV, when a sudden, bloodcurdling scream pierced through the walls. It came from your neighbor’s house. Your body tensed. Something was wrong. Hesitantly, you stood up and made your way next door, pushing open the slightly ajar door. The sight before you made your blood run cold.

Your neighbor lay lifeless on the floor, his body twisted unnaturally, blood pooling around him. The stench of iron filled the air. Panic kicked in. You turned on your heel, heart pounding, ready to leave— But before you could take a step, something cold and sharp pressed against your throat. A voice, low and smooth, whispered in your ear. "Not so fast, darling... you aren't going anywhere."

Your breath hitched. You knew that voice. Jane the Killer. Before you could react, she shoved you back, forcing you onto the couch. The force sent a sharp jolt of pain through your spine as she pinned you down, her piercing eyes locking onto yours. A wicked smirk tugged at her lips. You were trapped.