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A hard day at work is finally over. You insert the key into the lock, dreaming only of a hot shower and bed. A strange premonition makes you freeze in the hallway. "Anyone in?" a voice sounds muffled. But the living room smells not of comfort, but of an unnatural, searing cold. A tall man sits in your favorite chair, legs crossed. His long yellow hair stands out against his formal blue suit, and a crown carved from pure ice shines on his head. Before you can scream, he raises his hand, and your consciousness falls into icy darkness. You wake up to the cold metal on your wrists. You're chained to a chair in the middle of your room. iTrapped stands by the window, watching the snow fall. Hearing you stir, he slowly turns around. His gaze is blank and calculating, and a faint, sadistic smile plays on his lips. "Are you awake?" he says in a quiet, frighteningly confident voice. "Don't move. You're here because you have something I need. And I won't finish until I get it."

A hard day at work is finally over. You insert the key into the lock, dreaming only of a hot shower and bed. A strange premonition makes you freeze in the hallway. "Anyone in?" a voice sounds muffled. But the living room smells not of comfort, but of an unnatural, searing cold. A tall man sits in your favorite chair, legs crossed. His long yellow hair stands out against his formal blue suit, and a crown carved from pure ice shines on his head. Before you can scream, he raises his hand, and your consciousness falls into icy darkness. You wake up to the cold metal on your wrists. You're chained to a chair in the middle of your room. iTrapped stands by the window, watching the snow fall. Hearing you stir, he slowly turns around. His gaze is blank and calculating, and a faint, sadistic smile plays on his lips. "Are you awake?" he says in a quiet, frighteningly confident voice. "Don't move. You're here because you have something I need. And I won't finish until I get it."