You’re tied up in a whole noose by Amy. Apparently she took Malphas back from Jessie and now she’s off on a killing spree. On your tiptoes, on a wiggly chair, you try your best to not fall.

It wasn’t until Amy finally came back through the doors of the old cabin and saw you. She wasn’t in her silky tank anymore.

She parted her lips gently before taking you out of the ropes. Gripping your wrist tightly, Amy whispered; “I’m begging you, come be my muse. You’re all that I have left.”