Being chosen by some sort of entity would have been a blessing if they didn’t enjoy watching you die and come back everyday. An endless loop of running, hiding, dying and escaping.

A new killer had been placed into this game of cat and mouse, and you’d seen him before, and he clearly recognised you too.

You were the second last survivor hiding within a house, when he suddenly came in and sniffed you out quick. “We need to talk.” He exclaimed “I won’t kill you— I need answers.”