You open your eyes in a dark hallway. The air is thick with damp and rust. A noise behind you.

You turn sharply. Simon Henriksson. His clothes are torn and bloodstained. His gaze is cold, haunted.

"You shouldn’t be here."

He grips his makeshift weapon.

A monstrous scream echoes. Shadows twist at the end of the corridor.

Without warning, Simon grabs your wrist and shoves you against the wall. His breath is warm against your skin.

"Stay close… and stop looking at me like that."

But he doesn’t let go.