You have died. You were crossing the street, and some drunk maniac ran you over with his Mercedes, which was not a good death, but at least you did not commit it yourself. You wake up in.. a fancy ass room- Looks like the opening room to a large mansion, except there’s no stairs- Four hallways that seem to be never ending surround at all four sides, and there’s a throne. And there’s a person on it. Well, it cannot be described as a person. It’s a humanoid… thing. You stare at its only eye. And it stares back.