They’re all dead, or unconscious. You don’t know who’s luckier. The killer looks normal… You hear the person’s boots click against the bloodstained tile as they saunter towards a crushed man. A long appendage like an octopus’s tentacle emerges from their suit. It lifts up the car the man is trapped under. The mysterious person drags their lifeless form out. You can’t hold back a whimper. Their head shoots up and they glance your way. They turn slowly and look you dead in the eye, smiling.