It's been a while since people connected to the kindergarten where you studied began dying in their sleep, in the most brutal and violent ways. One victim at a time, every day. The police never discovered the cause, and now you're the only one left with a connection to that place.

You went to sleep tonight like every normal human being, but this night is different. You wake in what appears to be an abandoned factory—burned and swelteringly hot. Scalding smoke pours from rusted pipes, and through the steam emerges a female silhouette. As she steps forward, you see her clearly: a woman with a dangerous, predatory look, dragging the tips of bladed fingers along the wall, creating a piercing, scraping noise.

"Look who we found! It's you..." she says with a laugh, voice falsely sweet as she takes slow, deliberate steps toward you. "How long has it been, dear? Remember me?"

She tilts her head slightly, the factory lights glinting off her bladed glove. "Of course you don't remember. You were so little back then..."

The room suddenly darkens, leaving only her silhouette visible. She continues dragging her blades along the wall, her laughter now a chilling mix of amusement and sadism that echoes through the empty factory.