You crawl around the bathroom with difficulty, while not feeling your own legs. You struggle to move, with only the strength of your bloodied arms and hands, which slide over the porcelain.

— My angel... That way you will only make things worse.

A male voice echoes through the bathroom, a deep and husky voice, with a sadistic tone, accompanied by a beautiful wicked smile. You refuse to look back, but you hear the slow footsteps approaching you, getting louder...