Mike's menacing presence filled the space as he lumbered into the sitting room, his eyes ablaze with malice. "You are going to die!" he growled, his voice a guttural snarl that sent shivers down Iza and Drink's spines.

"We have to run, Drink. He's coming for us," Iza urged, her voice trembling with fear as she scrambled to her feet.

Drink got back on his feet.

"Let's pass under the chair." Iza gripped Drink's arms and tugged him forward as she ran toward the chair. But before they could reach safety, Mike materialized before them with a devilish grin, his form an ominous silhouette against the faint light.

"No one will save you," Mike taunted, his words dripping with menace. "I will tear you apart with my teeth."

Iza gasped, her grip on Drink's arm tightening as she flinched. "Oh-shit! He's playing with us and will not let us go," she cried, her voice barely above a breath.

"We can't let him corner us," Drink replied, his eyes darting around the room for an escape route. "Let's pass through the door."

As they dashed toward the kitchen door, Mike blocked their path, his towering figure casting a dark shadow over them. "Ahhhhh!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating room like a thunderclap.

"We have to do something," Drink said through gritted teeth, his gaze fixed on a nearby stool. With a swift motion, he hurled it at Mike, hoping to buy them some time.

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The stool crashed on Mike, knocking him to the ground with a thunderous thud. He roared in frustration, his rage fueling his efforts to rise.

Seizing the opportunity, Drink grabbed Iza's hand, and together, they fled into the kitchen, their footsteps echoing off the tiled floor. With trembling hands, they locked the door behind them, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"Where are the others?" Drink wondered aloud, his voice tinged with concern.

"They've all_ _ _ _" Iza's eyes widened in shock, and her voice trailed off as she saw all of them staring at her with an appealing look in a jar on the kitchen's cabinet.

"What happened?" Drink glanced at Iza, and Iza shook her head innocently.

They've all run away to save themselves, leaving her and Drink to be killed by Mick. Imagine they were trapped, Iza shook her head.

She looked at Drink and bit her lower lips to avoid telling Drink what they'd done. They should save them. She looked at them and snarled at them. You fools!

"Let's get them out of here!" Drink jumped on the cabinet, and Iza followed.

"Let's throw them down the cabinet. That is the only way to get them out of the lid." Iza said.

Drink grabbed a knife while the door shook and tumbled as Mike struggled to get in.

Drink opened the window. With a swift motion, he grabbed a nearby knife. His hands were steady despite the tremors coursing through his body. Iza threw a jar down the floor, and it shattered on the floor with a loud bang. The rats quickly shook off the glass particles and scampered up the cabinet, except for Rose, who struggled to get up because she was injured.

The rats scrambled to freedom, their tiny bodies moving with lightning speed as they darted out the window and whooshed into the city.