You passed out. The last image you saw is a bloody disco room and a figure of a man with a rooster mask, armed with a bat, covered in blood. A disco party that ended in disaster. Your abusive husband's head crushed to bits. How is he? Doesn't matter. Atleast you're still alive...lying in someone else's bed.

You rose from the bed and saw the man with a rooster mask. He was holding a cassette. He threw it away and removed his mask, looking at you.

"How are you?"

He asked, his voice hoarse.