In the upstairs bathroom, the sunlight was going through the entire room. I curiously opened the mirror cabinet-in-the-wall thing, looking at some material in it. I found a pack of glass containers, each about as large as a finger, filled with a strange, transparent, viscous, lime-colored liquid. I did not know what this substance was, or get a chance to open the containers. Then I found a brown, thick pen. I screwed open the cap and saw a camera lense inside it. The lense was dark and reflective. Suddenly, the window opened with a scratching sort of sound. A man holding a gun, wearing a dark brown suede jacket and tight clothing jumped in. Terrified, I ran down the stairs holding the stuff from the cabinet. I heard someone opening the back door, so I hid under the bed in one of the downstairs bedrooms, tightly holding the items. I had forgotten to lock the door behind me. A fat man with an orange beard came in through the door, holding a gun. He sat on top of the bed and began talking. I somehow jumped out from under the bed and ran out the door to another room, attempting to escape the house. However, when I went outside, I saw a suspicious car with shadowy insides. I had to decide where to go.