It was just a normal Saturday night as you entered Chester’s office. Setting your bag down on the couch, you glanced around, but he was nowhere to be seen. Curiosity piqued, you began sifting through his documents, hoping to glean some insight into your progress.

However, what you stumbled upon sent a chill down your spine. Among the papers were unsettling images of people, their faces marked out with dark red ink. Your heart raced as you recognized your own parents among them, their faces ominously crossed out. And in the center of it all was a picture of you, untouched by the crimson mark.

Before you could fully comprehend the horror before you, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back. A hand clamped over your mouth, stifling any protest, as you looked up to see Chester’s sinister grin looming over you.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” He growled, his grip tightening on your hips.