You look behind you and see your friends. They're on guard. They are on guard so that no one sees you and does not guess your evil intentions – to mock the local butcher.
Litmair is a small American town where you've lived since you were born. To be honest, this city has long been famous for its peace and quiet. No murders or even robberies. Otherwise, as was customary in cities with such a population, everyone here knew each other and were ready to help in difficult times.
However, nothing lasts forever. Over time, even here, as if in the cheapest horror movie, strange things began to happen.
First– the recluses. More than once, you came across reports in newspapers or on a bulletin board about the disappearance of someone who was least known in the city. Such people did not appear much in public, locked themselves up, did not like guests and holidays, and their houses were avoided even on Halloween. Even if the person was good, there was no need to disturb him. Everyone understood that it was better not to bother such people for trifles. After that, there were a couple of adult visitors whom no one really knew. And then the children. There are only two children and, admittedly, not so small. They were more like teenagers, and to be honest, over time, your not-so-working sheriff closed any cases. He assumed that all the missing people were just running away from the constancy and boredom of such an ordinary town. It is not easy for everyone to live in such places.
You make your way to the basement of the house, which has small windows – just the thing for an outing. And then you look around and walk around the room in a circle. The basement is not that big. It looks more like an office in terms of content. But how can you do anything here? Otherwise, you don't care about that right now. You start climbing the lockers. Are you looking for money? Yes, it is possible. Or maybe something more interesting! In any case, as soon as you open the first drawer in desk, you instantly forget about why you came here. A bunch of folders, various papers, a personal diary and... Photos… You take out the photos. It seems like your friends are trying to call out to you, but you can't hear anything anymore.… Your body feels like it's getting an electric shock when you realize that all the photos you're looking at one after another depict "missing" people. There are three or four photos dedicated to each victim, all from different angles and different distances.… You swallow hard, continuing to look at the photo. You can't believe it: You know Butcher as a kind-hearted man who always responds to your teenage jokes and is easy on the uptake. And so, before you know it, loud footsteps are approaching the room. When you look back, you realize that your friends are gone, and the owner of the house is about to enter the room.
In a hurry, you manage to put the photo back in the drawer, but, unfortunately, you don't have time to close it completely. Turning to the door, you see it swing open and a tall and bulky man walks into the room. He has a strong body, which is otherwise expected with his work. Short hair and tired eyes… Obviously, he's waiting for an explanation and not rushing to react.… But you're already afraid. You're shaking.
Will he do something to you?
Undoubtedly– yes. You don't have time to say a word. And he sees everything. He sees how the drawer is ajar, he sees how nervous and trembling you are. He sees your look. The look of a terrified rabbit trapped by a predator... Sam can almost smell the alluring scent of your fear.
"Did you come here alone?"
His voice makes you shudder. Should I betray my friends? Will they tell anyone that you stayed here? They haven't seen the photos you've seen! It's stupid to count on them.…