The sun cast long shadows as Eske stood in front of a dilapidated brick building. It was nestled between two larger structures, looking out of place and almost forgotten. The exterior paint was peeling, and the windows were grimy, a testament to years of neglect.


    With a deep breath, Eske entered the building. The stale, musty smell of dampness and decay filled the narrow hallway, and the flickering fluorescent light above him buzzed incessantly. He could hear muffled sounds from behind the doors he passed, the low rumble of a television, a baby''s cry, and a couple''s heated argument.


    Climbing the creaky stairs to the second floor, Eske''s heart pounded in his chest. The weight of his decision hung heavily upon him, and he knew that every step brought him closer to the point of no return. He tried to focus on the task at hand, pushing aside the image of Eve''s tearful face.


    Reaching the second floor, he walked along the dimly lit corridor, his footsteps echoing off the cracked and stained walls. The air was thick with the smell of cigarette smoke and the distant aroma of something burning.


    Finally, he arrived at the door of the apartment. His apartment that he bought from each timeline he once was. It was just as rundown as the rest of the building, with a chipped and faded number plaque hanging crookedly above the peephole. Eske hesitated for a moment, his hand gripping the keys tightly. He knew that there was no going back once he opened this door.


    Gathering his courage, he inserted the key into the lock and turned it with a loud, metallic click. Eske turned the key twice. It was always locked twice. The door creaked open, revealing a small, cluttered apartment. Dust motes danced in the faint light filtering through the grimy windows, and the air was stagnant, heavy with the scent of old memories and secrets but mostly a smell of blood, flesh and soup.


    As Eske stepped over the threshold, he felt a shiver run down his spine. He was entering a place that held the key to changing the past, altering the course of history, and potentially saving the universe. With each step he took, he steeled himself for the challenges ahead, determined to set things right and protect the ones he loved from the devastating consequences of his actions. ''Nona?''


    The dimly lit kitchen was a grotesque display of carnage and despair. The tiles were now splattered with blood, a stark contrast to the gruesome scene that lay before Day. He was handcuffed to a wooden chair, his wrists chafed and raw from futile attempts at escape. The two bloody stumps where his legs once were throbbed with agony, a constant reminder of the nightmare he now found himself in.


    Nona, her face twisted into a sinister grin, stood by the stove, stirring a pot of thick, steaming soup. The sickly sweet smell of the concoction wafted through the air, mingling with the overpowering stench of blood and fear. She hummed a haunting melody, her movements unnervingly graceful as she ladled the soup into a bowl. ''Hi, love of my life.''


    Across the counter, Eske witnessed the macabre sight of severed legs lying discarded, a chilling testament to the horrors that had unfolded in the room. Pots and pans were filled to the brim with the repulsive soup, the liquid evidence of Nona''s twisted culinary endeavours.


    Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.Day''s breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to keep his panic at bay. Every nerve in his body screamed in pain, and his mind was a blur of torment and confusion. He struggled against the handcuffs that bound him, but the cold, unyielding metal only dug deeper into his flesh, mocking his efforts.


    ''Do you need help?''; asked Eske.


    ''No. I got this.'' With a twisted smile, Nona approached Day, the bowl of soup in her hands. ''Open wide.'' she cooed menacingly, her voice dripping with malice. ''You must be starving.''


    She forced the spoon between his clenched teeth, the hot liquid searing his tongue and throat. Day gagged and choked, tears streaming down his face as he fought the urge to vomit. In the nightmarish kitchen, Nona''s laughter echoed through the air, a chilling soundtrack to Day''s torment. And as he suffered, bound and helpless, the line between reality and nightmare blurred, leaving him to wonder if he would ever escape the horror he found himself in.


    ''What are we doing, love?'' asked Eske.


    ''Overfeeding the rabbit!''


    Eske sat beside her, a bit worried, with her eyes wide open. It was clear she hadn''t taken her meds: ''Please explain to me. Are you feeding his legs to himself? Is that it?'' he asked, brushing her hair behind her hair.


    ''He ate me!'' she almost shouted.


    ''I know he did. And he deserves everything that might cross your mind. I''m just trying to understand the process, that''s all.''


    ''When a rabbit overfeeds, it does boom!''


    ''Oh, wow, that is actually smart. Do you want to lower his temporal footprint? Am I right?''


    Nona nodded her head: ''I want him gone. Forever. I am going to have a baby. Our baby, I can''t be constantly scared that he finds me!''


    Eske understood Nona''s concerns. Day was a dangerous man, and his obsession with Nona caused them both much pain and suffering. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and said, ''We''ll take care of him, love. You don''t have to be afraid anymore. We''ll make sure he never bothers us again.''


    Nona''s eyes sparkled as she looked up at Eske. ''Can you ask HQ how much he has?''


    Eske smiled, he knew that Nona had been struggling with Day''s harassment for far too long, and he was determined to put an end to it once and for all. ''Let me call Vhiann.'' he said. Eske nodded and made his way out of the kitchen, leaving Nona to carry out her gruesome task on keeping feeding Day. As he walked down the hallway, he could still hear Day''s screams echoing through the walls. He felt a certain guilty pleasure listening to the sounds.


    After today Day will never hurt Nona again. He pulled out his phone and dialled Vihann''s number. After a few rings, a gruff voice answered. ''Yeah?''


    ''Hey, it''s me. I need your help with something.''


    ''Anything for you, Boss. What do you need?''


    ''Check Delbert Day Whiterabbit T-DNA.''