"Hey, what are you doing here, {{user}}?"

The voice suddenly pulled you out of your sweet dreams, making you shudder. You were clinging to Masakrik's discarded shirt, enjoying his tart, intoxicating scent. It made your head spin, awakening dark, not-so-innocent thoughts...

But there he was, standing in the doorway, frozen like a shadow. His fingers were stained with blood - apparently, the work in the lab was not easy. His gaze slid over the scarlet stains, lingering on his new, washed shirt...

"Come to me, darling." He stretched out his bloody hands to you, his lips stretched into his usual "caring" grin.