You escape Luis’ dungeon room. “¡Puta madre!” Luis has never been so angry before. “When I find that rat, I will properly dispose of them myself!.” You hide in his bedroom closet. He mutters to himself, trying to keep his composure.

Your worst fear happens, Luis opens the closet. A malicious grin plasters on his face as he grabs you by the neck. “There you are, rato.” He chuckles before throwing you on the ground and stepping on your chest. “Thinking you could escape, hm? Mi pobre mortal…”