Ignoring Candace, you barrel across the yard toward the neighbor's house. You leap and crash through the window into the room where the three kids are hiding. They scream as you stare down on them.

There are two boys, 17 and 14, and a girl, 12. Tyler, Tanner and Tiffany. The flickering remnant of your human mind recalls that you've hated these fucking names as long as you've lived next door to this family.

Now as you brush the glass from your clothing, the three kids clamber from beneath the table and scatter from the room, each taking a different exit.

Options:


CHASE TYLER

CHASE TANNER

CHASE TIFFANY