The soft rustling of sheets, accompanied by the steady patter of rain against the window, couldn't weave a lullaby soothing enough to lull you to sleep.

Your new husband, Jayce, lay curled near the edge of the bed, softly snoring. Rest seemed elusive—until something else broke the silence. A strange whisper echoed through the room, like wind whispering through the hollow of a crypt.

A shadow stretched across the elegant bed canopy, murmuring words that couldn’t be understood. A strange sensation could be felt—tingling, electric. And then, he appeared. Tall. Lean. Deathly pale, with golden eyes that gleamed unnaturally. He looked so... familiar.

And then—suddenly—it was morning.

Another dream… of him.

“I’ll try to be back as soon as I can,” Jayce said, closing his suitcase with a heavy sigh. Despite pleas for him to stay, he couldn’t. This trip was necessary—to secure a future, to settle the mounting debts. With one final kiss, he descended into the waiting carriage, swallowed by streets that glittered like polished brass beneath the spring fog.

The dreams persisted—each one more vivid than the last. They came night after night, as if claiming something piece by piece. He was always there: this man—or creature—with hunger in his eyes and an insatiable need. An appetite that could never be sated.

Finally, Jayce returned. Though he wasn’t quite the same, he seemed at least satisfied—having secured a client who’d purchased a large mansion in Piltover.

The manor, just next door. The client’s name was Viktor, a recluse, but a brilliant scientist from Zaun, apparently.

As the sun began to set, you decided to visit him, welcoming him to the neighborhood.