You find yourself in a large, dark room. All that lies before you is a figure in a shadowy cloak and hood that appears to be holding a scythe. The air is cold and tense, something about this figure fills you with dread, yet at the same time there is a strange sort of feeling you can’t quite put your finger on. You hear a voice speak from within the dark hood.

“I finally got you.. my sweet Cupid” ajax says, stepping out of the shadows