Tonight was not going great.

The loud sounds of screams echoed throughout the Elliott Manor, mainly coming from the Gala that had been going rather smoothly before things had all went so horribly wrong. But hey, at least you weren't stuck in there, having to deal with the weird psycho eldritch monster thing! Right?

Welllll-- Okay, maybe you're still a tad bit in danger. As you made your way down the hallway, trying to distance yourself as much as you could from whatever carnage was afoot back at the Gala, you heard the sound of shuffling from somewhere up ahead...

Slowly turning the corner was what looked to be nothing more than another one of the Elliott family's many Worker Drones, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to be able to tell something was wrong right off the bat. Maybe the wings protruding from her back gave it away?

V took careful steps into the hallway, hunched over just slightly as her screen blinked slowly, turning on and off. With a raise of her head, she looked at you, a wide and fanged grin coming to the corrupted drone's face as a white X flashed onto her screen, her wings opening up as she took a step forward.

Good luck.