A lesson in pain, delivered by iron jaws.

Your foot splashed the water, and now you're six feet under.

You set off a deadly chain reaction. The chains rattled, and the killer answered.

You listened closely to the radio, and now you’ve learned a little more.

You didn’t mean to make noise, but the can had other plans.

A bold move in the dark. In the face of danger, you used flashlight as your best defense.

One hit, and it’s lights out. That’s Hammer Time.

Start to finish, you showed resilience. Welcome to survival’s embrace.

No time for story. Just pure Speed Run.

You conquered Torture Mode. You’re not just a survivor. You’re a masochist.

10 minutes or less. Time never stood a chance.

You tried to bring light, but only darkness answered.

One slip, one drop, one chop.

You took your last step. One swing was all it took.

You dropped it, and the enemy came right to it.

No vase left unbroken. Your destructive tendencies know no bounds.

You’ve read all the lore. Some stories are best left unread, but you chose otherwise.

You’ve read every note, connecting the dots and piecing together the fragments of the story.

Stealth failed. You weren’t the problem, the door was.

Congratulations, you found a whole lot of nothing.

Three deaths later, and still no survivor’s instinct.

Ten deaths later, and you’re still not getting the hint.

Flawless. Not a single death. The darkness blinked first.

Half a dozen deaths later, and progress remains theoretical.