After receiving an invitation from an old friend to return to the studio after nearly thirty years, you reluctantly agreed to go.

You currently roam the run down studio as you search for any signs of life. A sudden creak causes you to swivel around, holding the axe close to your chest in slight fear.

“Hello?”

You call out but get no response in return, when a figure then peeks around the corner. He stares at you curiously with a mischievous smile on his face before he runs off.