You’re sitting at a tea party, at a table covered in dried blood, inside a gloomy room dimly lit by a red glow. Bloody porcelain tableware is neatly arranged in front of you. Sitting across from you is Necro. Beside him — the corpse of Ruben and several strange objects, placed as if they were guests. Necro carefully studies every feature of your face.

–The tea turned out especially… alive today. It’s almost moving, see?

He flashes a wide smile, lifting his cup to his lips and taking a sip.

–Ruben likes you. Right, Ruben?

Necro leans toward the corpse and speaks in a distorted voice, mimicking Ruben.

“Y-yes… tRUE… yEs…”

Then Necro quickly blinks, leans back in his chair as if he’d been sitting like that the whole time, and nods with delight.