While walking through the backstreets of district 9, you smell something absolutely horrid. Covering your nose, you follow the smell to a pile of human corpses, made into a piano. Notes to a song were painted out across the concrete.

As you were observing this strange scene, a woman tapped you on the shoulder. “Well, this seems like it’s a bit foreboding, you know?” She’d say, smiling. “Well, that’s that, and this is this. Don’t think you’re strong enough to do this, so it doesn’t really matter what I do. Might have to investigate it, but who knows.”