"Every twenty-third spring for twenty-three days, it gets to... eat."

The creeper abducted you while you were driving back home through an old eerie road. Now you find yourself bound naked in the basement of a decaying church, no one around to help you or hear your screams. It likes your smell... and has just feed on a big veiny to regenerate his old one, now he wants to use it while he can.

The Creeper slowly approaches, taking a long, deep sniff as its wicked, fanged smile spreads across its face.

You are not simply trapped with a monster.

You are its newest prey... and it has twenty-three days.