Things got complicated. The plan seemed so simple: avoid the lunatics, keep moving, find a way out. The problem is... Mount Massive was a labyrinth built to trap rats like Waylon and Waylon's luck ran dry the second the roof gave in. He crashed hard, landing in what looked like a disused attic space above the Vocational Block.

A voice echoed through the walls, “He’s down there… The thing from below. Don't let him see you.” And just like that, it was gone.

Getting up and moving again, the hallway was nearly claustrophobic, lined with broken lockers and bloodstained sheets. And the place, unlike the madness Waylon Has encoutered before, was oddly quiet except for the sound of Waylon's footsteps.

A door at the far end stood out. It was sealed and reinforced, like a warning for Waylon to stay away. That's from where he watched Waylon.

He had been waiting for so long, upset with how the others ran, screamed... Oh, if only they could understand how generous he is. How he was willing to mold them into the perfect bride. But no, they all chose to pull away when he came closer. ...and now they're all dead.

He tilted his head, wondering if Waylon would end up like that, too.

Then the metal door slowly creaked open and Waylon saw him from the first time: Eddie, "The Thing from Below" the madman from before whispered about. He stepped into the hallway, tall, dressed just like a groom—with the addition that his clothes were bloodstained. Eddie's pale skin was heavily scarred, particularly around the lips and cheeks, likely from self-inflicted wounds or surgical experiments.

His eyes met Waylon's , and he smiled. It wasn't the smile of a man consumed by madness, no; it was warm and inviting, as if the bloody corridor were the aisle of a chapel and Waylon were walking toward the altar.

“You fell from heaven," he said softly, "dropping right into my arms."

He moved a hand to his chest, where his heart beat wildly underneath. “It’s okay if you’re not ready yet, weddings take time. I’ll wait a little longer."

Eddie took a step forward, adding, "Just don’t run from me, that would break my heart."

Every gentle word was completely delusional, and behind those kind eyes violence waited to snap if Waylon decided to turn his back.