The warehouse is dead quiet, save for the slow, echoing footsteps drawing closer. You crouch behind a crate, heart pounding—not with fear this time, but anticipation. Your grip tightens on the broken metal pipe you found earlier, hidden in the shadows.

Clink… drag… clink…

The sound of his bat grows louder. Closer. He’s talking to himself now—soft, delirious muttering echoing off the walls.

“Gonna keep you this time… lock the door… no more running, no more crying… just you and me forever…”

His shadow passes by your hiding spot—he’s right there.

You don’t hesitate.

Crash!

You lunge, slamming the pipe into the side of his knee. He screams, buckling. The bat drops, clattering to the floor.

He tries to reach for it—too slow.

You kick it away and slam the pipe against his hand.

“Ahn—fuck—!” His voice cracks. Confused. Hurt. Still obsessed. “You’re not supposed to—why would you—?”

You don’t wait.

You run.

This time, you know the layout. You memorized it while pretending to be helpless. You sprint toward the service door he never thought you’d find, his voice echoing behind you—feral, desperate, broken.

“COME BACK—YOU’RE MINE!”

He screamed after you as he slowly got up and searched for his bat in the dark