Family business.

Craig entered his room and noticed a note on his desk.

—From your beloved father.

He frowned as he opened the letter. After reading its contents, he tore it apart and flushed the pieces.

"I really hate that monster," he muttered under his breath, changing into his evening clothes.

"Taking over your business?"

He scoffed in disgust.

"I'd rather die than take over that business of his."

Heading downstairs to the chow hall (DFAC) for dinner, Craig stepped out of his dormitory—only to run into Guano, who was dressed in a casual outfit with a cute hairband, walking ahead with her crew.

Craig noticed her smile—subtle, yet laced with a seductive expression—as she glanced back at him briefly while they entered the DFAC.

After eating, Craig stepped out into the cool night air—only to sense someone following him. He turned slightly and noticed Guano trailing him at a distance.

Just then, a line from his father's letter echoed in his mind:

"At least tonight, you should be able to get your hands on one."

Craig furrowed his brows, the weight of the words pressing against his will. He didn't want this.

Suddenly, Poco appeared behind him, grabbing him playfully by the neck.

"Yo! Where are you sneaking off to? Don't you see that chick's been stalking you?"

Poco chuckled, nudging Craig's shoulder.

Craig glanced at Poco, then at Manning and Mark who had tagged along.

"Oh really? That's… creepy," Craig said, his eyes shifting to Guano poorly hiding behind the DFAC's trash can.

"If only they knew I'm the accomplice of a serial killer," he thought coldly, feeling the familiar chill in his hollow chest.

"Now I wonder… if I fail to meet his real goal at this academy, will he kill me too—just like he had me kill Claudia?"

Craig entered the male dormitory lobby, which was lively with various games and players.

"I wonder what they would actually do if I fail to meet the number of bodies on my quota," he pondered, a chill running down his spine.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit basement, Craig's father, Walker, methodically chopped a female body into precise sections, aligning each part meticulously on the counter.

"Honey, what should we say to him once he gets back?" Craig's mother asked, her voice laced with worry.

"It's fine," Walker replied with a sinister grin. "After all, he's aware of what happened to his last sister."

"We're running out of money, and his sister is right here in our house. Why should we stress ourselves when one is readily available?" Walker added, his smile widening.

"Besides, this will pay his school fees too," Walker added with a sinister grin.

Just then, the doorbell rang from above.

"That's the customer, dear. Go get the door!" Walker said calmly.

"All perfect timing," he thought, packing his chopped-up daughter into a carton. He wrapped the head in bubble wrap, then padded and placed it into the package carton. "Now that's a million," he mused, smiling creepily as he held his daughter's heart in his hand.

Meanwhile, Craig's mother ascended the stairs, her mind clouded with fear. She worried that her husband might one day kill her, just as he had done to their two daughters. Reaching the front door, she hesitated before opening it.

"Hmm?" she murmured, finding no one there.

"Excuse me?" she called out, stepping into the night to check the yard further. "I could have sworn we both heard the doorbell."

Just then, she felt something behind her. Turning to look, she saw nothing. Facing forward again, she felt her heart race.

"I need to get out of here," she thought, hastily walking back toward the front door.

"What in the—?" she gasped, seeing the door now shut tight.

Turning back, she saw a looming, towering figure above her.

"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" her scream faded into the depths.