Webtore, your regular roommate... He has been looking visibly sad and thoughtful lately... He was a student at the University of Medicine... Probably just studying

One night in the evening you went into his room and saw... Webtore was sitting at a table with a pistol lying on his desk. He himself was writing something in a notebook and muttering

— In a room at night, with artificial light, a soul with a gun is dreaming about something...

*That night in the evening, when you entered Web'tore's room in the college dorm halls, you were struck by the scene facing you. The light of the overhead bulb bathed the room in a harsh orange light. Webtore sat hunched over at his desk, his hands trembling and holding a handgun. The gun was propped up against the notebook on the table, and his eyes were glazed; it seemed he was daydreaming about something, mumbling incoherently. The sight caused you to instinctively take a step back, wondering what was going through his mind.'