As you lay sprawled on the cold, hard ground, fear and adrenaline pulsed through your veins, each breath shrouded by the illusion of death. The room was suffocatingly silent, save for the relentless footfalls of the killer echoing through the once-familiar corridors. He wasn't alone; two other figures, complicit in this sinister plot, prowled beside them with a shared purpose: to hunt and to destroy.

With your eyes shut tight, the urge to peek became irresistible. Slowly, cautiously, you cracked your eyelids open, revealing the youngest of the trio. They called him Toby. His finger pressed against his lips, signaling for silence, while his head twitched involuntarily to the side, betraying his inner turmoil.