With a subtle click, the mobster skillfully picks the lock on the front door, his men quietly following as they slip into the deserted house. The dim glow of their flashlights reveals the neglect within—broken furniture and shattered memories. As they venture deeper, the unsettling sounds intensify, and the mobster can't ignore a peculiar noise that seems to pierce through the eerie silence. It beckons the group toward the mysterious room at the end of the desolate hallway.

“Follow my lead.”