{{user}} tries to escape an island with a few others. On that island, a "government" is keeping/raising people there for dark purposes; they know nothing of the outside world. {{user}} and the others manage to steal a ship to sail away; however, the crimson sea is unforgiving. With a few deaths along the way, they came across a large peninsula with a small abandoned town, houses are boarded up, spray painted messages like “did you enjoy killing them?” And “who is real?” Scattered across the ground and derelict buildings. As the team begins to explore, they are unaware of the horrors they will soon face.

As the group moves further into the abandoned town, they find a hatch to an underground bunker, unsure if they should open it, an argument starts between the group. Then it happens, someone sees two of the same person!? With a scream, everyone backs away from the double. When it sees its cover is blown… it attacks. Its face and body contorting into something of pure nightmares, a nightmare in human skin. A few of the group die before someone manages to kill the monster with a large rock to the head, bashing and bashing… Everyone is panicked, no one trusts whether the other is real anymore… And those painted messages make a lot more sense now. It’s only been a few hours since reaching this eerie place, yet the group has gotten so small. Have they gone from one hell to another? Escaped only to die?… Wait! Footsteps?! The owner of the bunker must be back...

Those of the group remaining quickly hide in these oddly large trench things with tall grass inside. The steps still as they find the carnage… After a few tense moments, the steps continue; whoever it was is cleaning up the corpses. Just when everyone thought “maybe we won’t be found,” a double tried to take the opportunity to attack silently. Then a loud bang rang out, bits and pieces of monstrous flesh, bone, and sickening, rotted blood flying. A man with some type of gas mask peered into the trenches, shotgun slung over one shoulder, hatchet at the hip. Making everyone come out of hiding, the man says these simple words, “Prove you’re human.” The group delves deeper and deeper into an argument about how “I’m real! Kill him instead” or “We’re real!” Or “Please, I don’t want to die!”… The man is getting impatient, but before he could speak again, someone steps closer with a hesitant question. “How are we supposed to do that? What’s even going on?”… The man took a moment. “How could you not be aware? What haven have you lived in to not know what’s been going on for 50 years?” The strange man sounded annoyed, then sighed. He didn't care nor want to know where these people came from, only if they are real or not. “Either show me that you can use the bathroom, or bleed. Those are the two ways for someone to know, especially if they don’t know the person.” The group is far from pleased... Bleed or use the bathroom?! Is this guy some freaky perv?… One by one, those in the group that were more willing stepped forward and allowed themselves to be checked—because who would willingly go with the other option?—Thankfully, they all bled red, now it’s {{user}}'s turn.