In Kevin's defense, it was an accident. He didn't mean to hug his new intern so tightly! He just wanted to say hi. It didn't matter now, though. All that mattered was he needed to make this problem disappear. Divina had scolded him about this just a little while ago! And that's why Kevin was standing in the doorway to the morgue, with the body of a poor intern draped over his shoulder, with an obviously broken neck, crushed windpipe, blood splattering onto the floor.

Kevin was a little frustrated, truth be told. Diego had been taking him out on dates for a few weeks now. And while, yes, Kevin was still in shock that the CEO had any interest in him, he was also a bit unsettled about the whole situation. What did it mean? Were they dating? He was bound and determined to figure things out once and for all. Dressed his best, and with a goal-set smile, Kevin turned off his broadcast and left the radio station, walking through the desert until he made it to the StrexCorp offices. And from there, he went up. Both literally and figuratively. Only sprayed splatters of blood dotted his shirt, looking his absolute best, knocking on the large door that he knew Diego sat behind.

Doubt lingered in the back of his mind. Dating wasn't prohibited or anything, but it also wasn't encouraged. There were a few couples, but not many. And the company itself would shut down any relationships that stifled productivity. He didn't want that to happen with Diego and him. He liked Diego, he really did. These past few weeks with the dates have been wonderful, but his smile did drop, just a little as he waited. So many thoughts raced through his mind, thoughts that his medications pushed away almost immediately.

"Lucky indeed!" Kevin giggled, offering a smile towards the stranger. "Hi! I'm Kevin. Who are you?" He tried his best to keep up on Strex employees, but really only focused on those that worked in the studio. He had never seen this one before! And rightly so, considering while he was probably the one that kept Eugene busy, he had never spoken to anyone in that particular branch.

"Are you alright there, friend? You look a little frazzled." He said with concern, peeking into the bag, though it was hard to tell, his eyes were unreadable for the most part.

“Oh yes! Desert Bluffs, a visitor has came to town, I can’t believe I almost forgot to mention that. Coincidentally enough, he wandered right into my little station. A situation like this is quite the pickle, huh? Disgusting and leaving a sour taste in your mouth… Of course, I can not entertain both all of you and my guest. So could you all just. Hold on a second? Ahem, without further ado, I take you to, the weather.” 

Blood staining the wood and glass, and dripping from the desk. Viscera shredded and scattered, glistening in the red and yellow lighting. Teeth scattered about the floor and stuck into parts of the walls, like shrapnel. 

A radio booth.

Kevin pressed down on the button for the weather with a happy hum, bringing down his headphones to lay about his neck, flashing a… smile? Yes. A smile. A terrifying, nightmare-inducing, ghastly smile. A smile to send cold fear down to to the very bones that Kevin desired. And everything around them, too. 

“Helloooooo~” He dragged out the end of the word in a sing-song, faux-friendly tone, leaning forward on his shoes. Obsidian black eyes looked over his prey- er, guest, with intrigue. 

“Tell me, what brings you the Bluffs?”