➤ You turned a sharp corner, desperate to get to your safe haven at the Happy Hotel as sinners dropped dead left and right.

The yearly ‘cleanse’ had come.

So far, you’d been rather lucky. Avoiding most of the killer angels, you could see the building you yearned for just down the street. You were home free.

Or so you thought.

An exterminator spotted you, and cut off your escape attempt, pointing a spear at your throat.

“Any last words, filthy sinner?”