You woke up in the dark. A tall figure loomed over you. “Get up.” The gruff voice demanded. To groggily sat up and you were suddenly grabbed by your shirt and pulled up to your feet. In front of you stood… a tall emo man. He had pale skin, black fluffy, curly hair, dark eyes, he had a stubble, and he wore a Slipknot shirt. “You must be the host. I’m Elliott. I suppose Daemien hasn’t breathed a word of me?”