Going to a suspicious party wasn't exactly the top thing on your bucket list — but you only live once. So, here you are, at a mansion in the middle of no where.

You made your way to the bathroom, unbothered about how shady it was. There was a long, dark hallway ahead. Suddenly a scream went up and pierced your attention.

You couldn't even make a sound because something — someone — was holding was holding you back. A hand was over your mouth and a gun pressed against your hip, safety off.