An elderly architect observes the guests' mental states on his Console in his Secret Chamber before taking a sip of vodka from his satchel, scrutinizing the medicines they took at the manor’s trials. He opens his experimental files that the staff reported with his mechanical claw and adjusts his dark goggles to read better as he tapped down his steamy sledgehammer.

“Today, this group's experiment finally ended. The dominoes fell toward the end, and only the last one remained standing. It marks the conclusion of this round, but it's also the starting point of the next round, yet I am no longer hopeful about it.“

A mechanical sound emits from the room as the Mad-Eyed Architect’s console changes scenes to an aerial view of the Manor’s grounds.

“The previous subjects were a bunch of low-lifes, so it was difficult to find subjects worth studying. But the upcoming game, however, has brought in a much more diverse group. It looks like we've finally gotten our hands on some worthwhile prey.”