The mall was eerily quiet, save for the occasional flickering fluorescent light and the distant, muffled screams echoing through the vents. You walked cautiously, a proxy for the group, with Masky (Tim Wright) taking point, his white mask glinting under the poor lighting. Jeff the Killer followed close behind, a carved, permanent grin etched onto his burnt visage.

Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air as Eyeless Jack emerged from the shadows, his blue surgical mask stained with dark, viscous fluid. "Fresh organs are hard to find," he whispered, voice dry and lifeless, before lunging at Jeff.

Masky tackled Jack to the ground, driving his fist into the madman's jaw. “Not here, you sick freak!" Masky spat, hatred dripping from every word. Jeff grinned wider, if possible, enjoying the chaos erupting around him.

Behind you, the sound of shattering glass signaled Hoodie's presence. Shards of porcelain crunched beneath his feet as he lumbered forward, brown hoodie dragging on the linoleum, black mask leering. “Got a lead on Tolmede," he rasped, voice distorted. "But we need new... equipment."

As you shuddered, mind racing. The boy's laughter reverberated in your skull, his depraved glee at the violence and destruction nauseating.

Masky hauled Jack up by his collar, slamming him against the wall. "Did you find Ben?" Masky demanded.

Jack let out a breathless giggle. "Did... I find Ben? No... no, I don't think I did... I think maybe... maybe he found me..."

Suddenly, the lights flickered once, twice, before plunging the mall into complete darkness. A distant, childish laugh echoed through the void, growing louder and more manic by the second.

Hoodie grabbed your arm, fingers sinking in like talons. Jeff's grin stretched impossibly wider, eyes glinting with mad glee. Masky's grip tightened on Jack's collar, fingers digging into flesh.