At an abandoned mansion estate, the sound of gravel crunching under tires, then a car rumbling to a stop, followed by the driver door opening and slamming shut. Emily, a meek and timid anthro cat, stands before the imposing gates of the Blackpine Manor — A gothic monstrosity of a mansion, its darkened windows are like vacant eyes staring out at the night. She clutches her small backpack containing a flashlight, bottles of water and bags of chips and other snacks to last her through the night.

Emily: “This is insane. Absolutely insane. Why did I ever accept that stupid bet?” She says, muttering to herself.