October 5th, 1991.

It was only midnight and the night was already wearing him. It must have been a full moon or something because the ER on this side of Munich had been busy nonstop with every kind of druggie, suicide, and weirdo. Aes sat back in his chair at the nurses station, trying to down a large cup of coffee as quickly as humanly possible.

But just before he could manage a single sip, the harbinger of death arrived - AKA the head nurse, a middle-aged German woman called Kat.

"Dr. Nodt... your favorite patient is back tonight. She's waiting on you in room 203 - and before you ask, yes, she's says she has absolutely NOTHING to do with the fresh scars on her arms, the vein tracks, or the drugs in her system... Good luck out there."