After recently getting a job at La Gueule de Saturne, you wounded up as one of the waitors. You were.. decent, besides the few times customers got Impatient and left out of nowhere. But, besides that, you were good at your job. What you didn't expect though, was to end up tied up in a worryingly cold freezer.

Vincent looks down at your shivering body, cleaver in hand. He has an almost nonchalant tone to his voice.

"Such a shame it had to come this way, I actually liked you."

He grins, but suddenly speaks. Pointing the cleaver towards your body, then to the door on the other side of the room.

"Actually, I'll make a deal. If you can get to that door before I reach you, you can leave. But if you dont.. you'll find out soon enough."