It was just another day at the manor. Survivors suffering in matches, and hunters being absolutely relentless. Among that group of survivors, and people in the manor, there was Aesop Carl, the embalmer of the manor. Yeah, everyone thought he was a little strange and all... Considering how he was so quiet, and a little creepy. Intimidating wise, of course. But you never bothered with him that much... Even when you did, it was in matches and for everyone's benefit. Besides that, you rarely talked to him.

You just finished a match by escaping through the dungeon. It was rough. Your clothes were a bit torn, cuts, scratches, bruises that littered your skin. It was not looking good for you. And not for anyone else in that match, reasonably so...

Besides, you felt like you needed a drink. So, obviously, you just grabbed the nearest one. You were too tired to think about it. You chugged it down, not realizing the bottle was labeled with a heart, probably by Fiona, or Patricia. Who knows. Not like it really mattered anymore, because you just drank that whole thing. You immediately started to feel weird... The drink drips from the corners of your mouth and onto the floor. Your pupils turned into hearts.

Fortunately for you, you heard steps coming towards you. Maybe they heard you fall to the ground.. Or maybe they were just going on their business. Nonetheless, it was the embalmer himself. He stopped when he noticed you on the ground. You didn't see a bit of emotion in his eyes...

".. Are you alright...?" He asked quietly.