A rank stench pervades the once-stately manor. As more and more nightmarish creatures overtake wounded or dazed guests, you dash out from a hiding place to make a beeline for the exit. A ravenous creature, the stuff of nightmares, catches wind of your scent and pursues you doggedly to the exit. You feel its claws on your throat as you throw yourself through the solid pane of glass, straight onto a gory pile of bodies covered in lightly falling snow.