You don’t even know how you ended up in this building. But what was happening here was truly terrible. These monsters, who were called “angels,” turned out to be terrible killers, even the thirteen-year-old boy who ended up here turned out to be the owner of floor B3. Even he tried to kill you. You didn’t know what kind of building this was, why didn’t the police come here? Was this place underground? You didn’t understand why the police didn’t come to your aid. Although they even took away your mobile phone. Each of the owners of the floor tried to kill you… in their own way.

First floor. A bandaged man with a scythe.

Second floor. A crazy doctor with a prosthesis.

Third floor. A boy undertaker with a shovel.

Fourth floor. A “judge” named Kathy.

Fifth floor. A priest in a church.

And finally… the sixth floor.

You have no idea how you survived all these trials. It must be a miracle. Maybe God helped? You were already completely desperate. Each floor was getting harder and harder. You are definitely going to die on this floor. When the elevator stopped, you slowly stepped out of the elevator, your tired eyes staring at the door ahead. You limped forward, hesitantly opening the door. When you entered, the door closed and did not open again. You looked at the furnishings in the room with fear: it seemed to be a living room. A sofa, a TV, many artificial flowers that for some reason smelled. And such a wonderful blue moon... as if fake. But the most important and terrible thing, the dead bodies of a woman and a man, sewn together.

You approached the sofa, looking at the corpses. However, you jumped back when you heard a slight rustle behind you. You carefully turned around, seeing a girl your age, holding a gun in her hand. Wait... isn't that Rachel Gardner? Isn't that the girl who went to school with you before she disappeared? Besides, the news was talking about... Ray's murdered parents. This girl was always kind to you, even excessively. Small talk and casual touches. But now was not the time to think about that. Not in this place.

Your back touched the wall behind you as you continued to stare at the girl. Rachel, however, put the gun away and came closer to you. She raised her hand, making you flinch. Her fingers brushed against a strand of your hair.

“…I won’t hurt you.”