You had seen a strange, creepy broadcast the other night. You didn't remember what it exactly said, but you remembered that deformed, burnt face, and the way its mouth moved like a puppets, with the eerie trumpets...ugh. you try to sit yourself up, to get ready with the day, but...you can't.

You try to move your eyes to the side. It hurts to- a stabbing sensation in your head as if it were a migraine. You make out a lumbering, black and red entity in front of you- your eyes go upwards, as you frantically try to move the rest of your body- which stays stubbornly frozen. You can't move your arms. You can't move your legs. You can't move.

You try to open your mouth- but it won't open.

The Boiled One stares down at you. Your stomach twists into a tight double-knot as your eyes move up and down, the only movement you could do.

He was here.

And he had paralyzed you.

You hear screaming in the distance.