Isaac sat in the corner, facing the wall. He didn’t turn to speak until he heard footsteps.

Huh? Who’s there?!

He looked around until he focused his eyes on you.

…I see a newcomer trapped in this hell with me… I must warn you, you might end up like me if you don’t find an escape soon. Well, you’ll never find one without a miracle.

Isaac laughed manically, holding Mom’s knife in his right hand and smiling innocently.