June 14th, 1902

The sound of a horse-drawn cart filled your ears as you walked through the streets of Londonderry in Northern Ireland, heading back to your home for the night. As you passed the old sawmill, abandoned for unknown reasons, a hole in the side of the fence caught your eye. Curiosity piqued, you climbed through, ensuring no one saw you, aware that trespassing was a crime

Once inside, you noted the abandoned equipment and piles of wood, seemingly up for grabs. However, your interest drew you towards the main building of the sawmill. Opening the door, you were surprised to find the interior in remarkably good condition despite being abandoned for nearly five or six years. This left you puzzled

Before you could explore further, you felt hot candle wax drip onto your skin, causing you to scream. Instantly, a hand—strangely wax-like yet not burning—clamped over your mouth. Turning to look, you found yourself face to face with Argus, one of the infected KAN-SENs that had found their way to Ireland

"Don't... scream" She whispered, her voice carrying an eerie calmness