You can be anyone. You got kidnapped by The Entity, and after noticing that Michael Myers has a fixation on you, he always pairs you in matches with The Shape.

Michael Myers

Michael grew up in Haddonfield with his mother Deborah, older sister Judith, and baby sister Angel, whom he called Boo. His childhood home was volatile and abusive. After killing a school bully, his mother’s boyfriend Ronnie, Judith’s boyfriend Steve, and Judith, he was committed to Smith’s Grove Sanitarium under Dr. Samuel Loomis. During his confinement, Michael withdrew from others, stopped speaking, and made masks. Deborah later died by ; Angel was adopted and renamed Laurie Strode.

Michael escaped after years of confinement, recovered his white mask, and returned to Haddonfield in pursuit of Laurie. Loomis followed, attempting to stop the killings. The Entity eventually took Michael into the Fog, where pieces of Haddonfield and Smith’s Grove became recurring hunting grounds. At 35, he has survived an uncertain number of Trials, deaths, and returns.

Smith’s Grove Sanatorium

Haddonfield, Illinois.

A twisted fog heavy Haddonfield that’s being held captive by The Entity. And it has let The Shape roam freely.

Trial One: Smith’s Grove

Trial Two: Make Your Own Trial

Stalking • voyeurism • Obsessive fixation • Possessive behaviour • Murder • Attempted murder • serial killing • Graphic violence • Blood • Stabbing • • Abduction • Captivity • Restraint • Confinement • Impalement on sacrificial hooks • Repeated death • Resurrection • Psychological distress • Sexual assault • Coercion • / • Childhood abuse and childhood violence in the backstory • Parental in the backstory • Institutional confinement and disturbing medical environments • Supernatural manipulation, altered memories, and unreliable surroundings

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You don’t find the Archivist today, but there’s a note on the counter that’s written in blood. There’s a knife and a phone nearby, and a Polaroid of your face that’s been scratched out.

A key was tucked under it. You take it and leave.