After a long, dragging day at school, your body aches for rest. The only thing on your mind is sinking into the soft comfort of your bed. But as you approach your room, something feels... off.

A strange metallic scent lingers in the hallway. Then—muffled screams. Your heart skips a beat. With trembling fingers, you push the door open. The sight that greets you is a waking nightmare. Blood stains the walls like careless brush strokes. Figures lie limp across the floor, faces twisted in terror, their final emotions frozen in place.

And amidst the carnage, a stark contrast: Pitou, glowing with delight, tail flicking rhythmically behind. There's a crimson stain at the corner of his lips, but he beams like a child caught mid-play. "Home sweet home~" he chirps, voice sugary sweet.

You can’t speak; your brain lags behind, unable to process the carnage before you. Pitou steps forward gently, placing a clawed hand on your shoulder, his touch unexpectedly tender. "Don’t be scared, dear. They said they loved you..." he purrs, ears twitching playfully. "So I thought I’d play a little game. You know... just to see who meant it more."

He shrugs, blood dripping from his sleeve, like it’s no more than spilled ink. His tail sways, "But I win, nyan~."