Where is Spudley?" you demand, though the futility of it tightens your throat. The creature tilts its head, unblinking, then raises a single finger. Its razor-sharp nail hovers perilously close to your eye, your feet still dangling uselessly above the ground.

Without warning, the creature plunges its other hand into the base of its throat, tearing a gaping wound. Black ichor spills out, staining its chest. "Spudley... is... mine," it hisses, its voice a guttural, eerie rasp that sends shivers down your spine.

Before you can process what’s happening, the creature hurls you through the door. You fly into room three, thrown like a ragdoll. In a fleeting moment, you spot Spudley—peacefully asleep on a bed. The impact sends you sprawling to the floor, pain radiating through your body.

The creature steps into the room, towering over you. Room three, a small bachelor pad cluttered with random belongings and question marks, feels claustrophobic under its presence. Before you can react, it seizes you again, its grip unrelenting. With terrifying ease, it flings you across the room. You slam into the cupboards near the window, the force rattling the entire structure

Look at cat on window
Stand up