You were walking with the small man, trying to figure out who's the manor murderer. As you walked around corner after corner you encountered GPS, He stared at you creepily and he put his arms behind his back, hiding a knife. He spoke.

"Hello, friends."

GPS's monotone voice made it more unsettling, Sketchpad took a step back before looking at you, you began to run together running through the hallway of this stupid old, dusty manor.