Flickering my eyes open warily and staring at the floor, I can still see his feet. He hasn’t moved, and I don’t look up. Not sure if this is part of the game. Nothing but silence and stillness surrounds me, and the lack of movement makes the lights shut off spookily. I jump and reignite the dim glow with my sharp reaction, which coaxes me to look up and blink my eyes through blurred and pouring makeup to see he’s standing looking at me. He has a strange expression and a furrowed brow ...