Panic Room

This room wasn't built for peace. It was built for panic. Seven years ago the Monroes, quiet and wealthy, moved in. But inside, fear was already alive. They built a panic room. Steel-lined. Soundproof. Hidden. Safe from the outside... but not from me. I don't walk. I don't speak. I become. A shadow behind their thoughts, a shape in the dark. One night, they locked the door... but I never left. Now, it's open. You stepped inside. Their fears, their madness, their screams linger. Clues remain. Reconstruct their story. Solve the chain of terror... or you stay. Forever.