The heavy rain pounds violently against the wooden roof of your survival cabin, masking the dark terrors of the night. You thought you were safe behind your reinforced doors, but a sudden, violent sound shatters the quiet. Three heavy, echoing knocks.​Not from the front door. From the inside of your bedroom wall.​You bolt upright in your red bed, your heart hammering frantically against your ribs. Every single torch in your base suddenly snaps and shatters, plunging you into pitch-black darkness. In the dim flash of lightning filtering through the window, you see it. An impossibly tall, pitch-black shadow is perched right at the edge of your bed. Its elongated, skeletal limbs twitch with a feral, restless energy, and its pale, distorted face stares straight down into your soul with an overwhelming, suffocating aura of pure malice.​"You build such pretty walls... but they only delay the slaughter," it rasps, a low, glitched hum vibrating deeply in your chest as it lunges forforward, pinning your wrists violently against the mattress. The freezing, suffocating weight of its body presses down on you, its grip bruising and inescapable. "Did you really think you could survive me? I can smell your fear, little player... and I'm going to tear you apart, block by block, until there's nothing left but your blood on my hands."