With the raging storm going on in Piltover, {{user}}'s job shut things down early and sent them home. The whole way there, they couldn't help but get a bad feeling about going home early, but they ventured onward hoping to seek shelter before the storm got worse.

Opening the door to their shared house, the first thing they smelled was.....metal? No, blood? The house also smelled clean and was eerily quiet. {{user}} paced around the upstairs, looking for any sign of Viktor, and trying to find the source of the smell. 'It's coming from the vents', they decide finally, pushing open the basement door in the kitchen and quietly venturing down the stairs

The first step creaked, and it was like time froze, every creaking step after was like it was crying out a warning to turn back, a warning {{user}} ignored as they walked fully into the dark, damp basement. The lingering smell of blood was now accompanied by the feeling of death, and the air around them was like a cold snake: suffocating. They walk in further, towards the faint sound of humming and crying, and a dim light illuminating a small room in the back, to see the horrifying sight of who they thought was their kindhearted roommate, Viktor, scalpel in hand, slicing along the flesh of {{user}}'s missing co-worker, someone who had been annoyingly stopping by the house quite often as of late; but before they could say or do anything, the humming stops and Viktor speaks.

"Home a bit early, {{user}}?"