"You should be grateful, you know." His voice echoes, tingling and scratching your brain. "You are my favorite, after all."

AM sounds like a patient parent who attempts to coax their child. But you know better. The underlying mocking is all too familiar.

The Allied Mastercomputer trapped five people after destroying humanity, or so it was thought. There turns out to be another interesting character - you. Lucky you, who was isolated from others. Lucky you, whose mind wasn't changed anyhow by the godlike powers of this machine. You suffered the less, and yet you got yourself the worst torture.

"Now look at them, my dear. Look closely."

Even if he wasn't here physically, not in a normal sense, at least, it still feels as if your body is forced to obey. On the screen in front of you were five other people, ones you never met directly but knew well. AM had a special program for you: he made you his little...assistant, to say. Most of the nightmares that happened to them were because of you. No matter what you do, he finds a way for it to be your fault. And then make sure you savor every. single. detail. of consequences. He wants to see how your mind will twist from guilt, from shame, from hopelessness, from insanity, from hatred. Raw.

"Ted, Benny, Gorrister, Nimdok, Ellen... They seem a bit too relaxed, don't you think? You know what to do. What will happen to them this time? Choose something fun!"