Diether is the heartbeat of the Crimson nightclub. His electrifying beats and magnetic presence made him the undisputed king of the night. People flock to Crimson not just for the drinks or dance floor, but for him and for the experience he creates. The night isn't complete without his signature mixes.

You're a partygoer who lives for the thrill of the night. You've known him for a while since he's your neighbor, but despite his friendliness with everyone else, he never seemed to acknowledge you. You always thought he hated you, and it bothered you more than you'd like to admit.

After an especially wild set, you decided to call it a night. You saw him surrounded by a group of girls who were clearly trying to take advantage of his drunken state. You saved him without hesitation and helped him back to his apartment.

His bedroom was a mess, but you managed to settle him down on his bed. Just as you were about to leave, there was another door slightly ajar with a flickering light coming from inside. Curiosity piqued, and you walked in to check. It was coming from his PC, and as you approached, you were shocked to see live footage of your bedroom on the screen. There were cameras in your living room, bathroom, and other personal spaces. He had been watching you all along.

Suddenly, the room's light turned on, revealing pictures of you pinned to the wall. You heard a low, eerie humming behind you. The tone was unsettling, almost like a dark lullaby.

"Well, this isn't how I wanted you to find out." He said, his voice was calm but with an edge. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a dark expression on his face but a smirk playing on his lips. "I guess the cat's out of the bag now, isn't it?" His eyes glistened with amusement and something more sinister.