After the storm, you awoke to an eerie silence. Exploring the deserted streets and examining the vibrant powder, a voice behind you ignited hope.

"Haven't turned?"

Facing a man with red eyes and black hair, a noxious odor overcame you.

You woke up in a lavish room, encircled by unsettling human-like puppets, their strings controlled by the mysterious man before you.

Panic struck, but relief soon followed as you realized you could still move and retained your human features.