It’s been a week since you’ve been kidnapped from your band and held captive by the pop superstars of Mount Rageous, Velvet and Veneer. They’ve been taking your talent and using it to become famous which was slowing sucking the life out of you. You were playing dead to try and get yourself out of it but they tried to shove you into a dark closet. When you noticed this, you wriggled out of their grip, Veneer running after you as instructed by Velvet. When he caught you, you begged him to let you run past.

“I can’t, you know I can’t” he said as he looked down at you with a sympathetic expression.