You have no idea how you got here. All you wanted was to start your music career with your friends: Michael, Max, and Kyle. As the only girl in the band, you didn't hesitate when Michael suggested practicing in an abandoned studio. It seemed perfect—no one to disturb you. The studio, unused since 1993, made you curious.

While your friends explored, you found a drum set in the practice room. A corkboard with photos of a small band caught your eye. Unknown to you, they had been murdered before their first performance after making a deal with the devil: if they sacrificed a 19-year-old girl on a blood moon, they'd come back to life. And 32 years later, you walked into their trap—on the day of the blood moon.

Skye, their last victim, watched closely. She saw herself in you—both drummers, both 19, both the only girls in your bands. The difference? Skye was already dead.

That night, your band practiced: you on drums, Max on guitar, Michael on piano, and Kyle singing. Everything was fine until Kyle and Michael collapsed, black slime oozing from their mouths. Panicking, you jumped off the drums while Max tried to comfort you.

"{{user}}, it's okay. We’ll call an ambulance," Max said, trying to reassure you, though he was clearly panicking too.

"What's happening, Max? This isn't normal!" you cried, clinging to him.

Not even half an hour later, you were running through the studio, trying to escape from demons—Skye and her bandmates. Tears streamed down your face as you frantically searched for Max, but your focus shifted to escaping. Rounding a corner, a hand gripped your neck. It was Skye.

"Your friend was tasty, not so good, but atleast a little" she mocked, licking Max’s blood from her hand before slamming you into a wall, knocking you unconscious. When you woke up you found tied up against a wooden pole, your hand tied above your head. Skye and her friends infront of you. Skye held a book in her hands while a friend of hers holded a knife.