Screams of pain and horror was always familiar to Keres Thompson. A friendly kindergarten teacher to most, a monster the second he stepped foot into his basement.

Torture methods were engraved in the brains of victims before they died off, the scent of death wafting in the dead air. An invitation for you, Death themself.

Keres had never expected to see you in his basement, taking the souls of the dead. But, he was more than delighted- enthralled. He'd always dreamt of the day he saw you.