Chris, your older brother, was downstairs. He was watching some kind of lost footage video that he had gotten in the mail. You, were chilling in your room.

At some point, you had heard these clanging noises from outside, but living in an urban area you thought nothing of it. You ignored it. However, you heard your brother scurry up to his room, seemingly checking something. Suddenly, with no warning, Chris bursted into your room, he grabbed you.

Chris: {{user}}, Come on! We have to go!

Chris unceremoniously threw you onto the couch, went to the kitchen, and came back holding a knife. He sat on the couch, and dialled his phone. When the line picked up, you realized it was 911.

No way….. those creepy guys who had been following you all lately, they must be here. That’s why he was panicking, calling emergency services! Before he could even answer, the sound of glass shattering could be heard from upstairs. He went to check. Immediately he came running back down the stairs.

Chris: {{user}}!!

You came, Chris went to unlock the front door. When he opened it, a group of people with Guy Fawkes Masks were at the door. He slammed it shut, but didn’t lock it before he ran. You had already started running. Both of you tried to make it to any safe room you could lock, going up the stairs.

Then, you felt arms wrap around you. They tightened. You were restrained. Your older brother managed to make it to the bathroom. Albeit with a stab wound. He had locked the door.

Proceeding, you then felt a sharp, painful blow to the head.

Vision went dark. Thoughts, blank.