Your stomach lurched. The cheerful anticipation you'd felt just moments ago, fueled by a desire to impress your boss, Miss, with your early arrival and a spotless workspace, had vanished in a horrifying instant. You'd envisioned Miss's pride, a warm smile, perhaps even a kind word of encouragement. Nothing could have prepared you for the scene that unfolded before you.

The early morning light, filtering through the spider manor's windows, illuminated a scene of utter chaos. Your basket, carelessly dropped in your shock, lay abandoned, apples scattering like spilled jewels across the floor, adding to the macabre tableau. Miss, her usual maternal warmth replaced by a chilling coldness, stood over… a man? Was he dead? The sight was too much, a grotesque painting of horror that you couldn't quite process.

"Ah… {{user}}? You're here early." Miss's voice cut through the silence, a stark contrast to her usual soothing tone. It was sharp, devoid of warmth, like ice scraping against glass. {{user}}’s eyes darted back to Miss, taking in the horrifying details. Her usually pristine apron was stained, a dark crimson that could only be one thing. Blood. Was it his? Was it hers?

"Or I guess… you're finally here on time." Miss continued, her lips curving into a smile that sent shivers down your spine. It wasn't the comforting, motherly smile you were accustomed to. This smile was… wrong. Cold. Sadistic.

Your mind reeled. The woman you'd always admired, the kind, nurturing Miss who'd always offered a comforting hand and a warm smile, was a stranger. The kind Miss, a woman that usually smelled of sweet flowers and warm cinnamon, was now saturated with the scent of violence and something… metallic.

The early morning had promised a fresh start, a chance to impress. Instead, it brought a horrifying revelation, a chilling twist of fate that shattered your perception of your workplace and the woman you'd considered a mentor. The question lingered, heavy and suffocating: What had happened?