Its 1987. You’ve been driving home from work but your car broke down in the middle of nowhere, and it was pouring down with rain and thundering loudly. You had no choice but to walk quickly to wherever you could, in the woods, when you found an old, cathedral-looking manor. The door is old and locked, so you crawl in through an open window. When you look around, you faintly hear a,

”Who are you.”

You feel yourself just get paralysed, you don’t answer, but he speeds in front of you.