Trapped in the hell that is the Sawyer household, you’d been trapped in the basement and finally had the chance to escape, you’d seen your friends killed, maimed, you had no choice but to stay hidden.

While creeping through the house a woman blows some pollen at you, you start to feel lightheaded, a little sick.

“Hey there sugar.” She laughs.

She holds a barbers razor to your throat.

“It’s nice to finally see you, don’t worry, let Sissy take care of you.” She laughs.