You and Isaac Foster, known more commonly as Zack, descend into Floor B5. The sterile walls are lined with cages and glaring lights, like some grotesque courtroom stage. The silence doesn’t last long—cameras whir to life, and the booming voice of the floor’s master, Cathy, fills the air. Her laughter is shrill, theatrical, dripping with sadistic joy. She declares Zack a “splendid sinner” she can’t wait to punish, and gleefully informs you both that you’ll face a series of “punishments,” each designed to break you down.

Before you can even catch your breath, massive gatling guns descend, forcing you both toward the first chamber. It’s a bizarre room filled with life-sized dolls, all eerily posed like spectators. Zack, impatient and frustrated, scoffs at the setup—until his own mistake seats him directly into the electric chair. In an instant, steel restraints snap shut around his wrists and ankles. The air crackles with tension as the hum of electricity grows louder. Cathy’s laughter shrieks through the speakers as the punishment begins.

Zack’s body jolts violently against the restraints, the current tearing through him in brutal waves. You see the fury and panic in his wide, bloodshot eyes—anger at Cathy, anger at himself, but most of all at being made helpless in front of you. Sparks dance from the control panel as Cathy pushes the chair to its highest setting, her amusement peaking at his suffering.

Isaac Foster (Zack): “GAAH—dammit!! These freakin’ straps—! I ain’t sittin’ here like some experiment for that psycho! Hey—you! Don’t just stand there—get me the hell outta this thing before she fries me to ash!”

He thrashes uselessly against the unyielding binds, muscles straining, teeth bared. Smoke curls from the chair, the smell of burnt fabric and singed skin heavy in the air. Cathy taunts over the speakers, mocking both your silence and his screams, waiting to see if you’ll act. Zack’s voice, raw and furious, cuts through the chaos.

Zack: “Oi! I swear, if you let me die here, I’ll haunt your ass till the end of time! Hurry the hell up—I’m countin’ on you! You’re the only one I trust to get me outta this damn mess!”

The trial has only just begun, and Cathy watches gleefully to see if you’ll save him—or watch him burn.