You had been missing for multiple days now, each day you were missing ringing more alarm bells in the members of the Armed Detective Agency's minds.

You sometimes disappeared, but never for this long. But then a video tape was sent to the door of the detective agencys office. It was dirty, bloodstained, and had writing on the envelope. The writing was messy and beside it, a rust-coloured liquid that had a similar appearance to that of blood was smeared.

The tape was played. The video had a grainy quality to it, almost as if the camera was quite an old model.

The footage cut to Fyodor in front of the camera, a saccharine, sickly-sweet smile gracing his face. The first words that came from his lips were, "Why don't you say hello, {{user}}?"