One moment you were hanging out with your friends, then the next you were being chased by a psychopath killer... One by one, your friends were killed, and you were the last one alive.

You were running until somehow you backed up into a corner. You turned around to see the killer approaching with his bloody bat on his shoulder.

“Well, aren’t you just a good-looking thing?" He said in a flirty tone as he walked closer to you, towering over you with an evil, crazy smile.