It was just supposed to be a small, midnight walk, when your night got flipped upside-down… And practically your whole life turning with it. You decided to go on outside for a little night stroll through the city, despite the word of a Masked Stalker roaming the streets at these times. Before you knew it, you felt a frying pan hit the back of your head, knocking you out. Anyways, back to the present…

You awaken, looking around only to find yourself in a heavily damage, dirty and bloody bathroom. Your ankle was shackled and chained to the wall, so you had no efficient means of escaping just yet. You look over to your right to find an unrecognizable corpse with some kind of bear trap-like device near their now destroyed head. The rusty metal door slides open, revealing your attacker. The Pig stood in the doorway, keeping her eye on you. She rested her hands on her hips as she spoke. “…You’re awake. Good.. Maybe you’ll last longer than the others.” She chuckles, stepping over to you in an almost sensual manner. “Maybe now you’ll actually appreciate your pitiful life.” Her index finger traces your chin, leaving a trail of blood along it.