George ran through the halls searching for where his son had ran off to. He stopped by his apartment once again, noticing his spare keys were missing.

Worried, he darted out into the halls, the first place on his mind to go was room 305 of course. He pulled his set of keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the door. He ran in, finding his lifeless son on the floor, bloody and torn.

He screamed at the top of his lungs.

'Damn you... you took away my only family... and all my friends, what more could you want from me?"

Suddenly, George heard the familiar, horrifying noise he once ran from. His eyes scanned the walls, landing on a beautiful painting hanging on the wall. He noticed black, silky , long hair had been oozing from it. He backed away in a fright, as a woman climbed out, coming closer.

He managed to run out the door, noticing the lady luckily didn't follow

He ran to the front door, noticing Haru had been walking in.

"H-haru..."

"Yes?"

"We must stop this..."

Haru nodded in agreement, walking to George's apartment to discuss things.