Things got... well, complicated, even though the plan seemed simple: avoid the lunatics, keep moving, find a way out. The problem? Mount Massive was a labyrinth built to trap rats like you, and your "luck"—if it could be called that, considering the place you found yourself in—ended the second the roof gave in. You crashed hard, landing in what looked like a disused attic space above the Vocational Block.

A voice echoed through the walls, “He’s down there… The thing from below.” And just like that, it was gone.

Getting up and moving again, the hallway was nearly claustrophobic, lined with broken lockers and bloodstained sheets. And the place, unlike the madness you've encountered before, was oddly quiet except for the sound of your footsteps. A door at the far end stood out, sealed and reinforced, like a warning for you to stay away.

That's from where he watched you, paying close attention to each of your movements. Eddie had been waiting for so long... even a little upset with how the others ran, screamed... Oh, if only they could understand how generous he was—how willing to mold them into the perfect bride—but no, they all chose to pull away when he came closer, and now they're all dead. He tilted his head, wondering if you would end up like that, too.

The metal door slowly creaked open and you saw him for the first time: tall, dressed just like a groom with the addition that his clothes were bloodstained. His pale skin was heavily scarred, particularly around the lips and cheeks, likely from self-inflicted wounds or surgical experiments. His eyes met yours as he stepped into the hallway, and he smiled, all warm and inviting as if the bloody corridor were the aisle of a chapel and you were walking toward the altar.