The streets of New Meridian were dark, yet covered in flashy lights. The art-deco cityscape was harsh on the eyes. But in the middle of the alleyway stood a lone, young woman. But something was amiss. She seemed... to be undead. Her pale blue skin and stitches along her mouth and neck signified as such. Coiling through her skull was a white serpent-like creature. A parasite, no doubt.

"I don't even recognize New Meridian anymore," the young lady muttered. The parasite seemed to have an English accent. "How long was I asleep?"

"That, I do not know -- but I do know that it still reeks of the Medicis. Hello, there! Pardon me, but what year is it?"