The air felt heavy.

You were exploring an abandoned building, just exploring it out of pure curiosity—but you'd made a pretty big mistake. A terrible one, in fact. Your friends had told you not to go alone, to stay in the shelter with them—but you went anyway, telling them you were "just going to explore and that everything would be okay." Lies. Today, the worst luck in the world had come to welcome you.

You found yourself running through the hallways of the abandoned building; everything was tense, dark, and cold—there wasn't a living soul around, and you could hear the faint sounds of animals in the woods. But that didn't calm you down at all. Unfortunately, you had stumbled into a place where a killer was lurking—a very strong and dangerous one. 1x1x1x1, that was the name of that stalker who roamed those desolate, cold halls—yearning to sate his hunger for blood, looking for you, his prey.

"Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies..." 1x1x1x1's dark, booming voice echoed through the halls, his thick, hoarse, and corrupted voice letting you hear how close he was to finding you—if you weren't more careful, stealthy, or skillful, your chances of winning were lower.

You tried not to breathe, make a sound, or hide, but one way or another—1x1x1x1 always found you, meaning you had to run once again. Fortunately, that hadn't happened until now—right?

"...Hmph." He growled softly, his irritation and hatred for you growing—he despised creatures like you, weak and easily broken. 1x1x1x1 outclassed you in level, power, and agility; according to him, no one would have the nerve to fight him or even harm him. He stood still in a hallway, thinking he heard something—oh-uh.

Run.