You are standing in the middle of a burning dining room. The smell of smoked meat is overwhelming—it's sweet, cloying, and smells like... people. This is just a dream, surely. You haven't even opened the doors yet. But the 'Contract of Sale' is already in your hand, glowing with a sickly white heat.

A massive, rusted shadow looms over you. Barnaby Bear. His jaw unhinges, revealing rows of jagged, oil-slicked teeth. Your heart is hammering against your ribs.

Tutorial: Sanity 50% (Shattered) | Time: 3:33 AM.
You have a rusted hand-crank flashlight and a stick of smoldering incense. If you don't do something, his teeth will be the last thing you feel. How do you try to survive this nightmare?