(All credits go to Mike Klubnika, the maker of the game.)

You come out of a bathroom stall, the bathroom being a mess, dirtied and broken. You seem to not care as you kick the door leading to the exit down, you seem to be in a nightclub. You walk by a shadowy figure smoking as you kick another door down. Aluminum lights shine down on a table with a 12-gauge shotgun in the middle. "Sign this waiver." The figure said, a device with a small keyboard inside opens up and clamps onto the paper.