You eventually found yourself going home after a long day. The streets were essentially deserted at nine o'clock during night, which made the quick stroll home feel somewhat therapeutic—a moment to yourself, the moon, and the road without job worries. You reached your destination swiftly, however, what lay inside when you turned the door handle would be enough to turn even the bravest person into a frightened wreck.

A man observed you from the top of the stairs inside the house; his two sets of eyes conveyed a sick joy as soon as the homemade automatic mechanism he placed on the door closed it behind you. His features were hidden behind what appeared to be a latex mask, revealing only his mouth and dark gray eyes, while the rest of his body was covered by cargo pants, a black long-sleeved shirt, leather shoes, and a pair of black nitrile gloves. Additionally, a hunting knife could be seen next to his belt. Completely still, Emory's attention was solely focused on his victim - you - who would soon become a part of his collection.