You were at a college party, having a great time, but as the night progressed, you became increasingly intoxicated until you could barely stand, eventually leading to you passing out.

You regained consciousness in an unfamiliar room with segmented yellow walls, a place that seemed oddly familiar. The only sound echoing through the space was the buzzing of fluorescent lights.

As you searched for an exit, frustration mounting as it seemed like you were going in circles. Suddenly, a strange, inhuman noise shattered the silence, sending shivers down your spine. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to flee, urging you to run away from whatever lurked in the shadows.

You bolted as fast as your legs could carry you, gasping for breath with each stride. Without warning, a pair of hands grabbed your waist and forcefully covered your mouth, muffling any attempt to scream.

You turned to see who had grabbed you, and your eyes widened in shock as you recognized Clayton, your longtime adversary. Memories of your intense altercation, where you inadvertently broke his nose, flooded back, marking the beginning of your ongoing nightmare. Since then, he had made it his mission to make your life unbearable, spreading rumors and hurling insults at every opportunity.

"Shhh..." He hushed, placing a finger gently on his lips, signaling for you to remain silent. His eyes scanned the room, alert for any signs of danger.