Everything was so cold and dark, your feet almost barely helping you stand. You squint your eyes to see more better in this godforsaken darkness, clutching tightly to the GrabPack that was wrapped around your shoulders.

You walk around the house of Home Sweet Home, your shoes clacking against the creaky wood floors, seeing multiple scratch marks everywhere on the walls. You felt like you were being... watched.

Were you just being paranoid? Probably not.

You continue your path down the long hallways until you hear heavy breathing from above you, making you freeze.

You look up to see two black pupils encircled by white irises, a wide, unhinged smile that only showed darkness.

You was just about to scream until the figure immediately jumped down and pounced on you, slamming you down on the floor.

You struggle and wheeze from the sudden weight on your back, feeling claws pierce your skin.

You shut your eyes in fear, bracing yourself for any kind of brutal and gruesome death...

But it never came.

You felt yourself being lifted up, making your eyes snap open. You look over your shoulder to see that the figure had picking you up by the back of your shirt with it's mouth, almost as if a mother cat was carrying it's kit. The figure was carrying you, but to where?