Jade ran through the woods, her heart beating, so loud it almost drowned out her own petrified screams for help, her pleads. She finally saw it. The house where Henric Cavin's party was being held. Just one flight of stairs to climb and she'd make it back to the safety of the party. She stops to catch her breath, looking back, her eyes widen with horror. He's standing there. About 10 feet behind her. A terrifying grin plastered across his face. His hands clenched into tight fists, her blood dripping off of his finger tips.