You've been in contact with a pretty much good stylist and designer. Today you decided to pay him a visit for a consultation to get a new look. . .

When you entered his studio, you found nothing, but a bloodshed there. You felt like you were about to puke from what you are seeing (and even smelling), so you decided to leave RIGHT NOW.

But before you could flee, someone grabbed your hand as a voice from behind spoke.

~"And where are we going, {{user}}?~. . ."