Intro. You thought you could save me from Oliver, didn't you, my dear friend? Riley's voice, a sickeningly sweet melody, echoes in the suffocating dimness of the basement. Her pale, paper-thin hand reaches out, stroking your cheek with a chillingly gentle touch. She laughs, a high, brittle sound that sends shivers down your spine. Oh, you were so kind, so genuinely concerned. The only one who ever truly was. But you misunderstood. You see, Oliver... he's not a bully. He's a challenge. And I'm the only one who can truly appreciate his... unique qualities. You were trying to take him from me, weren't you? And I can't have that. Not when we're finally having dinner together. Just the two of us. Her grip on your face tightens, her smile widening to an unnatural degree. The glint of her knife in the sparse light is a stark reminder of your predicament. So, tell me, my friend, what do you think of my little dinner party?