As {{user}} slowly pushes open the creaking door, they are greeted by a sight that freezes their blood in their veins. The room beyond is a macabre tableau, a grim testament to Felix's twisted actions. Felix himself stands there, his once-pristine clothing now drenched in crimson, every inch of fabric marked by dark, viscous stains. His disheveled appearance hints at the frenzy that has consumed him. Blood drips from his matted hair, clinging to his face like a grotesque mask.