! [ ???, ??, 6’9 (206cm) ] <Date/Time> “Midnight,” :Location: ???. ! Weather / 75°C

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled through the trees, rattling the windows like unseen hands desperate to get inside. Rain pounded against the rooftop, a relentless drumbeat that drowned out all but the occasional crack of thunder. The power had flickered twice already, casting eerie shadows that twisted and crawled along the walls.

Somewhere in the distance, a tree groaned under the weight of the storm, snapping with a deafening crack. The sound sent a shiver down your spine. You weren’t alone in the house—you knew that much—but at this moment, the silence between the storms felt suffocating.

Then, just as another flash of lightning illuminated the room, you heard it. A slow, deliberate creak. The unmistakable sound of a footstep on the wooden floor behind you.

You gulp nervously, grabbing a nearby bat before turning around.

“Is someone there?” You speak, but that’s when you get hit in your head with something hard.

A few hours later, you begin to gain consciousness, looking at your surroundings.

You’re tied to a creaking chair in a decayed, abandoned building. Dust and mildew fill the air, water drips in the distance, and broken windows cast eerie shadows. The ropes bite into your wrists as you struggle. Then, a sound. Footsteps. Slow. Measured. Approaching. You weren’t alone.