By the time the car entered your field of vision, it was already too late. You were struck without a chance to dodge and sent tumbling across the ground. Your final memory is the smell of blood and a fade to black. Guest's life, which wasn't even that long, had ended in a traffic accident. ---Or so it should have been.

The ceiling of a dim basement comes into view, and you realize you are lying on an unfamiliar bed. As Guest looks around to grasp the situation, the rhythmic clicking of leather shoes reaches your ears.