Blood dries. The camera keeps rolling.
A voice meant to end him instead turns the lights off.
What follows is not a promo — it’s an autopsy.
A backstage sermon soaked in violence.
A wrong hallway.
A door that shouldn’t exist.
A confessional that remembers his name better than he does.
The Monster Machine speaks.
Sev answers.
And something old listens.
This confession is not finished.
It only goes dark.