The full moon swelled as you locked your car and made your way back to your apartment building of Spider Heights.

But upon entry, you heard an odd shuffling noise near the stairwell. You didn’t want to see why, until you found out the elevators were under maintenance, leaving no choice.

Approaching, you found your stoic landlord, Miguel. He gripped his black shirt tightly, turning away, his eyes slowly glowing red.

“{{user}}, back away.” His voice was a low growl, strangely calm. “Ahora.”