The four victors, weary but exhilarated, reveled in the afterglow of their triumph. A sense of camaraderie, unfamiliar yet potent, coursed through them, forged in the crucible of their recent battle. Their quick thinking, teamwork, and a dash of luck had seen them through a perilous encounter, proving their individual strengths and their collective brilliance.

However, the lull in tension was fleeting. From beneath a dust-shrouded dresser, the rhythmic patter of countless paws grew louder, approaching with a sinister intent. Remy, his voice laced with a tremor of panic, blurted out, "Rats! They're swarming us!"

With the fearsome owl vanquished, the emboldened rats emerged from the shadows, their beady eyes fixed on their new prey – Jack and his companions.

Remy, attempting a lighthearted tone that did little to disguise his concern, lowered his voice and remarked, "Guess they haven't forgotten our last little scuffle, have they?"

Iris, his voice dripping with sarcasm, countered, "You think?"

Jack, still grappling with the sheer number of creatures sharing his abode, couldn't help but ask, "Just how many dang animals live in this place?!"

Ever the confident one, Iris brushed off the question, assuring them, "Don't fret about it. I'll just swat the little buggers aside."

As Iris spoke, a hulking figure materialized from the writhing mass of rats. Its imposing size and regal bearing left no doubt – the Rat King, the monstrous embodiment of the rodent horde, had arrived. The four adventurers stared in disbelief, their initial confidence momentarily shaken. However, Anna, ever the leader, rose to the challenge, her voice firm and decisive.

"Fighting this many rats and that monstrosity is out of the question," she declared. "Follow me!"

With remarkable agility, Anna scaled the broom handle leaning nearby, using it as a makeshift ladder to reach the table it propped against. Jack, watching her closely, queried, "What's the plan?"

"For now," Anna replied, "higher ground is our best bet."

"Sounds good to me," Iris chimed in, his usual bravado returning.

Reaching the tabletop, they scurried across its surface, dodging the frenzied swipes of the rats below. Across the room, a makeshift barricade of stacked boxes caught their eye. It was a risky leap, but their only option. With a coordinated effort, they propelled themselves towards the boxes, successfully clearing the distance. However, their moment of respite was short-lived.

The rats, in a desperate attempt to reach their prey, clambered onto the boxes, sending the precarious stack into a chaotic domino effect. The attic door, long forgotten, swung open with a resounding bang as the boxes tumbled down the stairs in a cacophony of wood and cardboard. Luckily, the four adventurers managed to evade the cascading avalanche, finding themselves in the long corridor of the upper floor. But the chase was far from over.

As the rats regrouped, their beady eyes gleaming with malice, Jack pointed towards the window at the far end of the corridor.

"The window! We can escape through there!" he exclaimed.

Hope flickered in their eyes. Following Jack's lead, they sprinted towards the window. Reaching the windowsill, Jack and Anna scrambled up the hanging curtain, while Iris, in a single fluid motion, grabbed Remy by the arm and launched him through the open window. Jack and Anna wasted no time, reaching the window ledge and joining Iris.

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However, the window, warped and creaky from years of neglect, resisted all attempts to open it fully. Iris wrestled with the stubborn latch, frustration etched on his face. "A little help here!" he yelled to Jack.

With a grunt of exertion, Jack combined his strength with Iris's, forcing the window open a sliver. Escape seemed within reach, but the ancient window wasn't cooperating. The broken latch gave way, and Jack could no longer hold the weight of the window open.

Anna, realizing the imminent danger, shoved Iris and Remy out of the window, saving them from being crushed by the falling frame. They landed safely outside, their hearts pounding. However, Jack and Anna were trapped inside, the window now jammed shut, refusing to budge.

The initial shock gave way to a steely resolve. With the window no longer an option, they needed to find another way out.

The window groaned in protest as both sides strained against it. It wouldn't give an inch further. Frustration etched on their faces, Anna and Jack realized this escape route was sealed shut. Scanning the room with renewed urgency, they desperately searched for another way out.

Across the unyielding barrier, Anna addressed Remy and Iris, her voice laced with apprehension.

"Listen, you two need to get out of here. We'll find another way and catch up with you at the sewer entrance, okay?"

Iris, a determined glint in his eyes, disagreed vehemently. He believed a different approach could work.

"Hold on, Anna," he countered, his voice rising in urgency. "If I smash this window, we can pull you both out from your side."

Jack, ever the pragmatist, shot down the idea with a worried frown.

"No, Iris! That's too risky. Shards of glass could cause serious injuries right now, and we don't have time to deal with that."

Meanwhile, Remy, his voice barely a whisper, drew their attention to the real, immediate danger.

"Guys, look behind you," he urged, his eyes wide with terror. "The rats… they're getting closer."

A jolt of fear coursed through Jack as he spun around. His blood ran cold at the sight that greeted him. Dozens of rats, their beady eyes gleaming with hunger, were swarming towards them in a horrifying tide. But amidst the terror, Jack spotted something – a potential escape route he hadn't noticed before. Hope flickered in his eyes.

"There's a way out!" he exclaimed, a newfound urgency in his voice. "Follow me, Anna!"

With no other choice but to separate, the four decided to split up to distract the rats. Iris grabbed Remy's arm and took flight, soaring away from the impending doom. Jack and Anna, on the other hand, darted towards the bathroom ahead of them.

Noticing the rats closing in rapidly, Jack decided to buy them some time. He grabbed the end of a long hallway rug and gave it a mighty tug, sending it rippling across the floor. The sudden movement caused the rats to lose their balance momentarily, providing a narrow window of opportunity.

Seizing the chance, they sprinted towards the bathroom, skidding to a halt just before the door. Jack, with a heave, slammed the door shut, but the rats' relentless pursuit soon had them clawing at the gap beneath it.

Anna, her eyes wide with apprehension, turned to Jack, her voice trembling. "What's the plan?"

Jack, his expression grim, revealed his daring idea. "We're going down the toilet."

"Wait, what?" Anna exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief.

"Trust me," Jack insisted, his voice laced with urgency. "This is the only and fastest way to get to the sewer."

The sound of paws scratching against the door grew louder, sending a fresh wave of panic through them. With no other option, Anna reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"If you're wrong, I'm kicking you in the face," she warned, her voice laced with a mix of fear and determination.

Jack grinned, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Of course, if we don't drown first."

With a deep breath, Anna plunged into the toilet bowl. Jack, without a moment's hesitation, jumped onto the flush lever and, with a final parting shot, dove in after her.

"Here we go," he shouted, his voice muffled by the water.