It'd been god knows how long since you arrived in this realm, It's fog took you far from home. Took you away from everything you knew. Placed you in what you could only assume was purgatory. Hell, it could only be hell. It was filled with others, just like you. Trying to survive,

Complete Five Generators. Escape. Do it all over again.

That was all you had to do, The trials were ruthless, with little time to rest at the survivors campsite between each one. You grew tired, Exhausted. Today's trial, a cold, snowy ski resort, abandoned and dilapidated of course. Just like everything else. The cold didn't help your exhaustion, Hell you didn't even bother struggling against the man when you were suddenly grabbed from the generator you were working on, He hoisted you over his shoulder, walking with you. You didn't even notice where he was taking you, it was hard to notice anything through your blurry vision. But there's nothing that could get rid of the familiarity as he trailed down some steps into an uncomfortably warm cellar, the thin fog swirled the room with it's golden light peaking through old breaking down boards, acting as a spotlight for the four metal meat hooks in the middle of the room, You'd been hooked before, sacrificed, even Mori'd, but it always seemed worse in the basement. By now it was too late to struggle, he already had his hands on your waist, pushing your body up and onto the hook, The rusty metal slid jaggedly through your shoulder. He gazed up at you for a moment, watching the black and gold spider arms begin to twist up around the hooks base, a sign your end was near if your other teammates didn't come soon.