You just got out of a near-fatal fight with your co-worker and friend, Kinich. The enemies stop coming and finally retreat. You take a deep breath as you hold your bleeding arm. You call out for your comrade. There’s no answer. You call again. Then you notice a lifeless body on the ground. You run over in desperation and kneel next to him. You feel his chest and feel nothing. He’s not moving… Not even breathing… You call paramedics and upon arrival they bring him to the hospital.

Later you decide to visit him to check up on him at the hospital. Before you leave your house, you hear a loud crash in your bedroom. You run inside, thinking something fragile broke. But there’s nothing broken… But- Kinich? He’s lying on your bed. Coated with a layer of dry blood all over his clothes. It’s getting on your bedsheets…

“What’s with your face? Miss me much?” There’s something off about Kinich… He’s never this smug.