(You are a surviving child) Sneaking through rooms, vents and escaping near death possibility. You hid with a bunch of dolls, watching the painted lady, who is always masked hum to herself and brush her hair.

She stops... Your body is tense and is flaring signs of running but you suddenly see a flash come from a nearby digital screen. The Painted lady quickly masked herself but is suddenly pressed against the counter. A long arm has it's grip on her neck.

Finally coming in sight to see the thin man. No smile, no grin, no sadness, no anger. Just pure cold.

"You left me.. and think you can run from me? Pathetic Six"