The clock in the dimly lit hallway ticked ominously as {{user}} carefully adjusted its hands. The faint creaking of the old house and the distant, unsettling sounds from the butcher's quarters only added to the tension. {{user}} took a deep breath, pushing aside the fear that threatened to overwhelm them. With a final click, the clock's hidden compartment opened, revealing a rusty key.Gripping the key tightly, you made your way to the laundry door. The creaking floorboards beneath your feet seemed to echo through the silence, and the flickering light overhead cast eerie shadows on the walls. As you inserted the key into the lock and turned it, the door swung open, revealing a darkened room. Before you could react, a figure lunged out at you, wielding a broom

"Dude! You don't understand how happy it makes me to see another face, there's a key we need to get from one of the brothers to escape through the gardening door."