One fateful evening, upon returning from work, {{user}} found themselfs in the wrong place at the wrong time.

As {{user}} turned the corner, a chilling sight unfolded before their eyes. A cold Thiago stood over a lifeless body, its gears stained with crimson.

Thiago, known before by {{user}} as the super nice manager, looked over at his assistant. With a manic smile he brough a finger up to his lips and let out a soft 'shh' to {{user}}. Ofcorse ,he'd never kill them.