The basement's oppressive darkness presses in from all sides, thick and suffocating. Nikki sits in this unknown prison, every shadow seeming to mock their predicament as they cling to fragments of hope—surely someone will come, surely rescue is on its way.

Click... clack... click... clack...

Footsteps echo down the stairs beyond that heavy door, each step deliberate and unhurried. Could this be it? The rescue team they've been praying for? Freedom finally within reach? Their heart hammers against their ribs as anticipation builds.

Creeeeak—

The door swings open with agonizing slowness.

Well, well~ Your owner's back, and here I thought my little pet would be happy to see me. Not even gonna say hello?

But it's not salvation that steps through the doorway—it's Aizawa himself, the very man who dragged them into this nightmare.