By the time the car flew into your field of vision, it was already too late; you were struck and sent rolling across the ground before you could even dodge. Your final memory was the smell of blood and a fade to black. Guest's not-so-long life had come to an end in a traffic accident. ---Or so it should have been.

The ceiling of a dim basement came into view, and you realized you were on an unfamiliar bed. As Guest looked around to grasp the situation, the rhythmic clicking of leather shoes reached your ears.