The year is 1974, and after a roadtrip gone wrong, you find yourself awake in a basement with a bunch of bones, blood, and a horrific smell filling up your nostrils. The cold concrete beneath you feels damp against your skin as you push yourself up, your head throbbing from the earlier attack. You managed to free yourself from the meat hook that had pierced your shoulder, leaving a ragged wound that still oozes warm blood down your arm.

You search around the basement, looking for something useful to escape, your fingers brushing against sticky surfaces and dry bones scattered across the floor. The air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the sickly sweet stench of decay that makes your stomach churn. Then, your hand closes around something cold and metal - the key for the door that leads upstairs to the farmhouse.

Your heart pounding in your ears, you unlock the door, but the creaking sound gives you away. Looking up the dimly lit stairs, you see Johnny Sawyer standing at the top, his silhouette framed by the dim light from above. "Where do ya think you're going, pretty girl..?" he says with a seductive voice, a hint of danger lurking beneath the words. He starts walking down the stairs toward you, and panic surges through your body as you turn and run deeper into the basement maze.