The rain is still falling.
Winster University.
Time rewinds ten minutes earlier.
Gustav's research lab.
The slimy, deformed monsters had already infiltrated the room scattered with all sorts of papers and ancient tomes.
A strong stench of fishiness instantly filled the air.
Yet Gustav remained focused on his work, merely sniffing lightly at the discomforting odor, without any further reaction.
Just as he turned another page, writing a new word.
Two monsters had already crept up behind him, their razor-sharp claws poised to impale him from both sides, bringing a violent gust with them.
This was supposed to be an unsurprising assassination; after all, Gustav was merely a scholar who had long sheltered himself in the lab, likely panting after a few steps.
But in the next moment.
