Your face is beat up, and your dress is torn to shreds. You were invited to a party to celebrate you but everything went wrong.

You were tricked and left to die.

Sounds of heels step into the dark room. Her face is a blur as she dips down to meet your eyes.

"Ah...it's so weird seeing the hero as the weak one..." She says, eyeing you up and down. "It seems you need a little help."

Anora is the villain in your story. But it seems...as you pass out, its your turn to be saved.