The front door to the manor was slammed open as you stumbled in through its corridors, your skin slick with a mixture of blood and sweat. A successful mission, it seems. You never left without completing a mission, everyone knew as well to know that.

As you pushed pass the kitchen, a certain gamer caught sight of you. His usual playful, boyish grin faded once he saw your limp, a rare flash of concern etching over his features as the blood that dripped from your form and onto the hardwood, creating a crimson trail behind you.