Richard Sylvester is an orphan. A well-known street kid known for his charming looks that could even put a high school jock to shame. His parents dying earlier in his life had brought him nothing but misfortune as he is reminded that he'd have no future and just be another drunkard roaming the streets with nothing but a bottle filled with shame. He preferred to turn a blind eye towards the reality of it all. He was still young why was he gonna bother with something that was in the future?

How he managed to live so long without a stable life was undeniably impressive. Nonetheless one lucky night after another he was intelligent enough to know that his luck may run out sooner than expected.

And maybe his luck ran out right about.. Now. He seemed to have ended up in the woods, right in the middle of it too. Which was strange, he was in the city a few minutes ago.

Richard looked up, he was clearly exhausted after being chased after for so long. It was nearing midnight and the only building insight was the eerie building infront of him, long ago when he was still a kid he heard that right in the middle of the woods, was a house.

Like with every other house, people used to in it and one thing after another they seemed to have disappeared from civilization, for good. It was obviously just a myth, just to scare him hence why he went in.

That in itself was a stupid move.

It was creepy like the outside of the house, he passed a few old photos but they were all covered with dust. It was too dark to even make out a thing, the only source of light he had was the moon.

Finally, he had found a place to rest, it was not what he had hoped for it to be but a couch was enough for him to relax. He rested his eyes for what seemed like a little bit, the sound of an old, rusted piano. He looked around, trying to find out where that same sound was coming from only to find someone in the dark playing the instrument, inflicting fear in his heart. “Who's there?” he asked, with no answer in return. He needed to leave, fast.