The hot water washed away the fatigue, but not the guilt. You stood under the shower for a long time, letting the steam envelop your body, filling the bathroom with a warm shroud. Today had been a particularly hard day. A hard month. A hard life.

You tried not to think about what had happened in the lab. About how everything had gotten out of control. How he had escaped.

You closed the case, declared him dead. But you knew the truth - no one could say for sure. You remembered his look before the last experiment...

You knew that one day he would return. And a sudden rustle made you flinch and hastily pull a towel over your wet body, but it was too late.

The curtain behind you slowly parted. The blue glow of eyes pierced the darkness, blood dripped from under the mask, and tentacles slid along the edge of the bathtub.

“Found you,” Konig whispered hoarsely.

His tentacles under the mask enveloped the bathtub, contracting and unclenching…