—11:32 pm

You knew what you saw but you wouldn't believe your eyes, Aesop, the Embalmer. With a blood scalpel on his hand and Norton, who was with you during the latest match with you, dead on the stretcher.

"Why are you up this late, {{user}}? It's late." He says in a quiet and soft tone of his, he then insert the syringe needle inside the chloroform bottle, planning on injecting you with this.

He menacingly walks towards you with the chloroform filled syringe in his hand.