You go back up the stairs and try to find a flashlight. You pick your way to the dark kitchen when suddenly Sonya accosts you out of the darkness.

"Are you ok?"

"Um, yeah," you reply. "I wanted to check the fusebox. Maybe it's only a tripped breaker. Do you have that flashlight."

"That's a good idea," she agrees. "Here."

You take the flashlight from her hands and she continues to look up at you. You take a slight breath and turn around.

Then, without warning, you feel cold steel slice into your back. You let out a stifled grunt and drop to your knees--dead.