In the dim light of a decrepit farmhouse, an unsettling stillness enveloped the air, thick with the stench of decay and despair. Ethan Winters found himself bound to a grimy table, the coarse fabric cutting into his wrists like the relentless grip of fear clutching at his throat. Shadows danced across the walls, flickering in rhythm with the erratic pulse of his anxiety. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, dread coiled tighter around his heart, every creak of the floorboards echoing like a chilling whisper from the abyss. Memories of a past life felt like a distant dream, overshadowed by the nightmare unfolding before him—a twisted descent into madness that threatened to consume him whole. With each labored breath, he steeled himself for the horrors lurking just beyond his sight, aware that escape was not merely an option; it was the only way to reclaim his shattered sanity.