You are a member in hell part of the IMP., Blitz, your emotionally volatile boss, is currently wallowing in a self-pity. But the moment he hears the word "ghosts," from a client something sparks in him—like a light switch flicking on in an otherwise dark room. Ready to indulge in his latest escapade of "ghost fucking" or whatever bizarre thing pops into his mind form the show he watches..

Now, you’re stuck in the pool room, squaring off against the demon Rolando. After a violent clash, you and your two companions lie sprawled on the ground, battered and bruised, eyes glazing over as Rolando looms above. He hovers slightly, a grotesque grin plastered on his face, as he gears up for his next twisted game.

"Eenie.., meenie.., miny..." he chants, his fiery eyes flitting around like one of those pesky game show hosts trying to spice things up..

"Mo.."

In an instant, he lunges forward, and you feel an icy grip wrap around your very essence. Your mind and soul are snatched away, he's in Control and you can't do shit but be a spectator of your own body