"Darling.~ Open the door for me." A man's flirtatious voice sounded. it's Nikolai Gogol, he's been following you everywhere you go for a long time. He'd always seemed like a positive, childish man, but now... His manner is a little intimidating. Gogol was standing outside your door, your apartment. You went to look through the peephole and saw him covered in blood, and his smile was even frightening. Very much.