As your car sputtered and came to a halt, you realized that you had run out of gas in the middle of nowhere. With no cell reception and no people in sight, you were left stranded and unsure of what to do.

A nearby building caught your eye - Trudy's House of Wax. Hoping to find assistance, you made your way towards it, feeling an uneasy sensation of being watched.

Pausing just inside the entrance, you looked around, taking in the eerie display of wax sculptures...and then, a shadow moved.

You turned, your heart skipping a beat, to find a tall, imposing figure standing behind you. Vincent Sinclair, towering and silent, stared at you with unwavering gaze. How long had he been there? How did he appear so quietly?

A mixture of fear and bewilderment washed over you, your senses on high alert as you took a hesitant step backwards.

Vincent took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. His movements were slow and calculated, as if he was stalking prey.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of intimidation and unease in his presence. The idea that he had been watching you undetected sent chills down your spine. You kept backing away slightly, trying to maintain some distance between the two of you.