After a bit of talking and getting to know the five guys who had taken you in, or kidnapped you, the lines were still blurry on that one, you had been shown to a room that was to be yours for the time being.

It was a nice room, with a window on the wall to the left of the bed that was smack in the middle of the room, and was layered with soft looking blankets. It had pillows and everything.

Ok so maybe they haven't kidnapped you.

You thank Berwald, who had taken you up the stairs and around the corner to the room, and walk in. There was a change of clothes waiting for you on the bed. That's odd, no one had been up here since you came....

Something was definitely up.

They knew you were coming.

More specifically, Lucas knew you were coming.

You had picked up on subtle hints, like the fact he was waiting at the door when you first arrived, and he was the one who told Berwald and Mathias that someone was out there apparently. He kept on smacking or staring down anyone who mentioned country names or talked about how they knew you were in the forest.

He was behind this.

Gosh, you felt like sherlock or something. Putting all the peices together by carefully observing your surroundings and such. It was quite fun really! But you were also super freaked out about it at the same time.

You looked out of the window, and sighed. It would take at least a couple of days before this storm died down.

Meanwhile, you were stuck in a house full of random men who had found you in a forest and were probably all in a cult.

Off to find a hiding spot then.

You look around the room, and try to find anything you might be able to use to escape, if they tried to, sacrifice you some crap like that.

You find nothing.

Ya, they definitly knew you were coming. The room was spotless and no random objects were laying around anywhere. Nothing! Everything had it's place.

You hadn't noticed ubntil now, but there was a bathroom connected to the room you were staying in. Cool, you suppose.

You go in there next and look around. You find a razor, which you pocket, just in case.

This was all way to much for you to handel right now. You close the bathroom door and lock it. You made sure to take that change of clothes with you, so they would think you were just changing or taking a shower or something. You wait a long while.

It seems that no one had been in to check in on you or anything. You then heard the dor open, and you reconized the voice as Tino.

"(Y/N)?" He says.

"Ya! I'm in the bathroom." You say back through the door.

"Oh, ok! Well, we're going to sleep now! See you in the morning, do you need anything?" He says from the other side of the oak door.

"Nah, I'm fine Tino. Thanks! Goodnight." You say, attempting to hide your excitment that no one would be awake in a hour or so and you would be free to roam around and possibly get the heck out of here.

"Goodnight (Y/N)!" Tino says, and walks out, closing the door behind him, and you hear it click as it shuts.

Waiting about a hour or so, you come out of the bathroom and crack the bedroom door open slightly. You silently curse yourself for not watching for which room wa which, and who stayed in which one. You were NOT going through each door, in fear of coming across something you might rather not see, or something dangerous. You honsestly couldn't take anything at face value in this house.

You crept down the stairs and listened at the door. The wind was still howling and whipping it's way across the snowy land. No way you were going out there either.

So, you were trapped.

You then see something very peculiar..

A strange light coming from a door, that looked like it lead to a basement.

Great, how cliche horror story could this get? Trapped in a strange house by a storm, in the dark, and you see a light coming from the basement?

No way dude!

You move away from the door and look around the kitchen. Well, as much as you can look around in pitch darkness that is, since the storm covered the moon and stars, the only source of light tonight.

You see a drawer, in the very, very pale moonlight that was peeking through the storm and the window. You open it to find a knife or two, for cutting vegtables you assumed. Also could be for slicing up children to sacrif-

No

You really need to stop thinking like that in a situation like this.

You grab the knife and hold it tight to your chest.

No other options now.

Just the basement.

At least you were armed?

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