Your day started off messy. You applied for a new job intending to take up the position of a videographer. Making news, finally getting some kind of permanent job–oh, yeah. You liked this idea. And the studio is popular – the experience will definitely be valuable, and there will be something to brag about in case of anything.

Interview. It's exciting. Maybe a little (right?) scary.

In the queue, which wasn't really that huge, you were clutching the fabric of your clothes, going over and over in your head what you should say, how to hold on, so that you could get through. And when your turn was approaching, you realized that someone was dragging you very persistently, and before you could say anything, you were dragged off to the set. The producer confused you with Vincent's co-host.

He was dragging you by the hand, finally stopping and straightening your clothes with his hands, somewhat roughly: "Haven't we already discussed that clothes shouldn't be wrinkled? You're on thousands of TV screens, not behind the scenes."

Vincent has just returned after killing the real co-host, preparing for the fact that soon everyone will cry about his co-host and forget. And, of course, you weren't the one he just dealt with. And you obviously didn't belong to someone who had already appeared on television. He raised his palm, pointing at you: "This is not my co-host..- "

He did not have time to finish the sentence, as the producer hurried him by saying that it was time to go on the air. You shouldn't have been here, you shouldn't have! But he couldn't raise a scandal before the broadcast started...