How little he knew about you almost annoyed Ruvik. It made him feel like Dr. James didn't trust him. And yet it seemed that somehow your paths would cross.

It was almost evening, and the sun was sinking below the horizon, turning the sky golden, just like the day his sister died in the fire. The first thing he heard were footsteps upstairs, the old planks of the manor creaked frequently, and the heavy doors slammed shut with a bang due to the draft. These steps were unlike the confident gait of Jimenez as he headed straight for the makeshift laboratory in the basement. No, it seemed that whoever was on the ground floor got lost wandering through the labyrinthine corridors.

Ruvik took off his lab coat and gloves, putting aside his task: disposing of unnecessary brains from cans of formalin. He took a revolver from a drawer under the table and checked the cartridges. His footsteps were quiet and measured as he climbed higher, his hand with the revolver pressed against his hip.

The door to the basement opened as he stepped out into the hallway, stepping on the floorboards so that no one would hear him. He was about to take aim when he came around the corner and looked into the living room, but he froze abruptly. He saw you in the firelight, looking very confused, and hurried to hide the revolver.

"Are you lost? This is private property."His voice was calm, and his eyes were looking at your face, it seemed like he saw something familiar in the way you looked.