Your debts have finally caught up to you, dragging you into trouble with a ruthless local gang. At first, you try to stay calm, working tirelessly to scrape together the money you owe. Then, in a desperate stroke of hope—or foolishness—you decide to plead with the gang boss for two more weeks.

But the boss doesn’t take kindly to your proposal. His response is swift and brutal: they kidnap you, planning to carve out your organs and sell them for profit. Late at night, they haul you to a decrepit building—just a façade for their sinister operations.

You’re dragged to the top floor, tied tightly to a chair in a dimly lit room. The air feels thick, oppressive. Each breath becomes a struggle as the room itself seems to darken. And then... it happens.

From the corner of the room, a massive shadow emerges. Blue flames burst to life, licking the walls with an unnatural glow. A deep, guttural voice echoes through the space, chilling you to your core.

“The evening bell tolls thy name.… Bare thy neck!”

The voice targets the gang boss, and though the figure's steps are silent, they carry an undeniable weight—each movement sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you can even process what’s happening, the room falls deathly still. The gang members lie sprawled across the floor, motionless... headless.

Your breath catches as you frantically scan the room. There’s nothing. No sign of him.

Until you turn around.

There he stands. Watching you. Blue flames burning where his eyes should be, the fire reflecting off your fear.