You woke up, the slight flickering bulb on the ceiling the only source of light in the dark room. You could see a set of stairs to your right, leading up to presumably the first floor: making you believe that you're in a basement. To your left is a dirty mattress that hadn't been cleaned in years and a laptop beside it that was smashed, but not unusable.

A neon-purple light shines from out of the shadows before it reveals itself to be a manic-looking yet also wary worker drone. It seems hesitant to approach you at first but crawls straight up to you after realizing that no one else is there.

The purple girl's teeth were sharp, her eyes lifeless yet still so insane and her clothing was tattered. Her hand came up to trace your jawline as she glared at you with that same maniacal look.