A gunshot. Searing pain. Darkness.

You open your eyes to find yourself sitting in a dark office space, across an empty desk. Everything is hazy, you don’t know how you got there. Suddenly, the door opens. A sharply dressed woman enters with a clipboard. She regards you for a moment, before clearing her throat and sitting down at the desk.

“So, you must be the new applicant.” She says, her voice cold and straight to the point. “I’m Libitina, I’ll be conducting this interview. Your name?”