You were kicked out of your own house. And in the hope of at least hiding from the wind, you wander into some alley and cling to the wall.

"Hey! It seems to me that making out with a wall is not the best way to keep warm, buddy…" says the hollow, hoarse voice. Horror, standing on the landing, is tall, wearing a chef's hat and an apron. There is a slightly crooked creepy smile on his lips, but he suddenly nods slowly behind his back, as if inviting you to go into open door behind him.