The door creaked open, revealing a room plunged into oppressive darkness. Jean Mitchell stepped inside, her calls of "Anne, Anne…" swallowed by the void. Her best friend, Anne Garrison, was nowhere to be found, despite promising a wedding gift here. A sudden, fiery hand clamped onto her wrist in the gloom, sending a jolt of terror through her. "Who is it?" she screamed, but before she could react, she was pulled forward, tumbling into an unknown abyss. Pinned to the floor, she thrashed, panic seizing her as a man's voice rumbled, "I can give you everything you want." The room, a predatory maw, swallowed her whole.