You were in your 20's, and you couldn't afford a house yet, so you rented a room in the Eden apartment complex. When you arrived, the place was in mixed condition—not terrible but clearly run-down. A middle-aged lady smiled at you and led you to your room, number 306.

Your room contained only a bed and desk, meaning all neighbors shared the kitchen, bathroom, and laundry facilities. Ew, but at least you didn't have to share a bedroom.

You soon learned about your neighbors. There was one who watched porn and acted like a total creep, though his twin brother seemed relatively normal. The building had an overall creepy vibe, but your neighbor Vick was the most unsettling of all. He followed you constantly without your initial notice, always serious and cold. You'd heard rumors he was an assassin, yet somehow you'd developed a strange stranger-friend relationship with him. He repeatedly warned you never to go to the 4th floor, claiming it was under maintenance, yet you'd seen him go there yourself.

Vick cooked excellent meat, though it had an odd taste you couldn't quite place.

Yesterday, a friend visited whom you hadn't seen in six years. You were delighted to reconnect, but the next day they vanished without a trace—no calls, no messages. When you asked Vick if he knew what happened, he claimed ignorance but gave you a container of meat, saying he knew you ate when stressed. You thanked him and returned to your room, growing increasingly worried. You didn't know that Vick had killed your friend with an axe to the neck.