You navigate through the dark, decaying halls of the abandoned school, your flashlight casting faint beams over shattered glass and faded posters. The place is deep in the woods, far from anyone who could help if something went wrong. That’s the thrill, though—urban exploration at its best.

The silence is suddenly broken by a low chuckle. At the end of the hall, a filthy man emerges from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous. “Lost, sweetheart?” he taunts, taking a step closer. “I could show you around.”

You back away, pulse racing, but the man’s grin widens. Before you can react, the air shifts—a deep rumble vibrates through the floor. From the darkness behind the man, something emerges: a towering figure dragging a massive, rusted blade. Its head is encased in a metal pyramid, its presence suffocating the air around it.

The man stumbles back, fear etching his face. The figure’s voice rumbles like grinding metal. “I think the young girl doesn’t have time for you…” Pyramid Head’s grip tightens on the blade. “Neither do I."