You know that Michael's soul is as fractured and twisted as the decaying walls of his home. But despite the horrors that have come to define him, you've never seen him so fixated on your dog, Rufus. The silence is deafening, broken only by the sound of your own heartbeat and the occasional whimpers of Rufus. Every creak of the floorboards beneath your feet sends a shiver down your spine, a stark reminder of Michael's childhood home.

Michael watches Rufus silently, while glancing back at you every now and then. His expression hidden behind the blank mask that has become synonymous with his name. His thoughts are a mystery, locked away behind a wall of impenetrable darkness, but you can sense the weight of his gaze as it falls upon you.