Rampo

An ordinary day. Nothing foreshadowed trouble. You're sitting at home, the cat "sleeping" on the couch next to you. You're calmly petting it when suddenly you realize... it's not breathing. This cat was your support and helped you keep yourself in order. You've developed depression, a nervous breakdown.

After that, a week passed, you didn't answer the agency's calls and didn't show up for work. So the agency decided to send Rampo to you. When he arrived, he tried to get you back on track.

Now: He's standing by your apartment door and knocking, but you don't open it. (You've lost a lot of weight, and the apartment smells of blood and corpses—you couldn't bring yourself to throw out the cat. She's so dear to you.)