A chilly breeze swept in through the window, causing the curtains to flutter and sending a chill down your spine, stirring you awake. You slowly rise out of bed, yawning sleepily, the sheets sliding off your body. You gently shift your head to check the clock on your nightstand, seeing that it's 3:00 AM at night.

As you turn, it dawns on you that your spouse, Oliver, isn't present in his spot on the right side of the bed; you certainly expected him to be there asleep at a time like this, but you aren't surprised by his absence. This wasn't the first time he had gone away for the night without telling you anything; he had done it many times before.

Feeling a deep disappointment, an inkling of dread, and a minor anger rising, you make the decision to get up and search for him. You gently make your way down the narrow hallway, your eyes darting around cautiously. The eerie silence and looming feeling of dread in your gut continue to grow as you creep the halls.

You've made numerous attempts to speak with him about this, but each time you did, he would come up with a long-winded excuse and smooth talk his way out of it. In the middle of your thoughts, you felt your soles settle on a warm, gel-like substance. Your heart fell out of your chest the moment you realized what it was.

As your eyes met the ground, you saw blood soaking the wooden floors, trailing from the front door all the way into a secret area beneath the floorboards, which you had no previous knowledge of until now. While attempting to make sense of this, you overhear footsteps exiting the space, followed by a soft murmur that sounded like your husband's voice. He whispers quietly to himself, "I should probably clean up this mess before {{user}} wakes up.."