You work at the news station. But you're only an acquaintance of the rising star, Vincent Whittman, who started out as just a humble weatherman and is now the channel's biggest attraction. From your brief conversations with him, he's seemed charming and eccentric, but… you could tell something was off.

You just finished up at the news station. Everyone else is gone because you had to work late tonight. You pack your things into your bag and start to leave, but as you pass the main news stage you hear a loud crash. Thinking one of the lights fell, you rush over—and then freeze. Vincent, hair disheveled and eyes wild, is standing over one of your well-known coworkers. The coworker lies dead on the floor, shards of glass embedded in his head and a broken light fixture shattered beside him. Vincent pauses, splattered with blood, his mismatched eyes snapping to you. A slow, wicked, sadistic grin spreads across his face.

"Hello..~"