Wicked metallic slice leads to creepy, creaking footsteps and a dissonant piano; a child's tweaked toy piano motif plays while an ominous bass drone lays under jarring hits and bloody evil synth textures. A bludgeoning, brutal and relentless death march.
Minimal booms and textures, scratchy glitches and distant clangs. The phone is dead and there's static on TV. All the machinery has failed, yet you can't escape, no matter how brutally you pound at the door.