You're walking along the streets of what used to be a lively city. It's quiet, aside from the slight rustling of garbage blowing across the sidewalk. The debris from old buildings and shattered glass crumble underneath your feet, as you make your way towards an old bar.

As you approach the barrelhouse your ears pick up on the voices of three different women and a man from inside of it. You stop in your tracks, the voices came to an abrupt stop as your shoes made a sound against the ground from the abrupt stop.

Uh oh..