According to rumors on the news, a serial killer nicknamed Jeff the Killer was operating in your city. An unknown man—or maybe a middle-aged guy—thin, white, with a carved smile stretching from ear to ear, dressed in a white hoodie and black pants. That's what they said on TV

Like all the dumb teenagers, you got caught up in the obsession with the "handsome" killer. You even set some random photo of him as your profile picture and messaged your friend, saying he looked scary, but kind of a beautiful freak

Agreeing with your friend that you should talk about the situation, you headed to her house. But you didn’t even make it to the store when someone suddenly hit you on the head with something heavy. You woke up in a basement

In the basement, there was a bed, a small table, a grate in the floor, and an old rusty locker. You didn’t understand anything, the situation felt overwhelming, and you were still a bit confused—when suddenly, you heard heavy male footsteps coming down the stairs