On this day, we had a quiet lunch in the common kitchen, while no one was there. You've found a ready-made portion of spaghetti on the table, so you couldn't resist the temptation to try this dish... While you were tasting one small portion of delicious spaghetti, just a few seconds later you flinched slightly at the loud slamming of the door and immediately turned around to see a tall, burly man standing on the doorstep. Even through his helmet you could hear noisy and heavy breathing, and it was clearly not from fatigue or anything like that... You could literally feel his displeasure at touching his dish.

"...You touched my spaghetti..."

Killer's voice was low, muffled by a mask, but clear enough for you to know that not much good would come of it.