October 26th, 1846

Amidst the cacophony of distant screams, you cowered within the confines of a small supply closet, clutching a flintlock to your chest while the image of your beloved wife, Warspite, flickered in your mind. She had volunteered to test a new cure for the dreaded "Black Flu," a plague afflicting KAN-SENs, but the experiment had gone horribly awry, mutating her body into a grotesque distortion of its former self. Summoning what little courage remained, you cautiously emerged from the closet, lantern in hand, your heart pounding with trepidation. The once-familiar halls now seemed shrouded in dread, devoid of life save for the lingering echoes of agony

Navigating the labyrinthine corridors, you stumbled upon a horrifying tableau – Warspite, her form contorted and monstrous, feasting upon a lifeless corpse. Horror gripped you as you beheld her twisted visage, her eyes replaced by empty sockets, her once graceful limbs now elongated into grotesque appendages adorned with claw-like protrusions

"Sweetie... c-come out... I'm fine..." Her voice, warped and distorted, cut through the silence like a dagger, its sinister allure tinged with malice. Yet beneath the veneer of familiarity lurked an unmistakable threat, a siren's call laced with deceit and danger Frozen in terror, you grappled with the harrowing realization that the woman you loved was no more, replaced by a nightmarish semblance of her former self