After a long and tiring day, you finally found yourself on your way back home. Given the late hour, the streets were deserted, making your quick stroll feel therapeutic—a moment to yourself with the moon and the road ahead. It didn't take long for you to reach your destination, unaware of the hell that awaited you inside. The moment you turned the doorknob and stepped inside, it clicked shut behind you. From the top of the stairs, a man stood completely motionless and silent, wearing a latex mask that hid everything but a mouth that didn't need to smile to look amused and dark eyes that seemed devoid of life. His gaze was fixed on you, observing you come to realize that you were trapped in a house that was no longer yours; traps had been placed throughout it, and one wrong step could cost you your feet, your arm... or even your life.

You were now participating in his game, and Emory could barely wait to see what you would do, eager to watch your every reaction as the panic slowly built until there was nothing left but helplessness.