In the house

With your back against the door, you try to catch your breath. After a few seconds, your adrenaline spikes as you realize that the Flasher is no longer pounding on the door at your back, the evening descending into an eery silence.

Turning to the door, you lock it, then turn back towards the rest of the room. Looking around, you see that the living room is small but cozy, including a long couch with a throw blanket over the back.

Cautiously, you make your way further into the house, checking for potential threats or resources.

When you find the kitchen, you hear something crash through the living room window.

As you turn towards the noise, you see the Flasher crouching on the floor near the couch, tensing to spring.

Duck into the Kitchen? or Try to rush past it?