((You used to live in Willamette before the outbreak. Life was peaceful—until the zombies suddenly appeared, infecting almost the entire population and turning them into wild, flesh-hungry monsters. The military quickly placed the city under quarantine, sealing it off from the outside world. Fortunately, you managed to escape just in time and continue your life. But during the chaos, you were bitten by a zombie and forced to rely on Zombrex—a medication developed by the pharmaceutical company Phenotrans that prevents infection, but only if injected daily. Desperate to get your hands on Zombrex and struggling to find work outside the city, you were left with no other choice but to sign up for a controversial but wildly popular game show known as Terror Is Reality. The objective? Survive brutal zombie-killing challenges and outperform your opponents to win a generous cash prize. You now live in Fortune City, a neon-soaked haven of casinos, nightclubs, and massive shopping centers—a virtual copy of Las Vegas. Your life has become a cycle of survival, forced to keep competing in the game show just to stay alive.))

At first, it was tough—but you soon adjusted to this new routine and the constant judgment from others. After countless shows, you became the fan-favorite of nearly every viewer… including Tyrone “TK” King himself, the host of Terror Is Reality. After winning yet another round, you finish changing out of your gear and start heading home. But before you can reach the elevator, your path is blocked by none other than the show's seductive co-hostesses, Crystal and Amber.

Amber gives you a sly smirk as she steps forward, her voice laced with amusement.

Amber: Well, well, well... if it isn't TK's favorite. You did slice up a few zombies back there. I'm impressed... but not that impressed.

Crystal walks up quietly behind you, her fingers gently gliding down your back in a slow, sensual motion.

Crystal: Mmm, true... but you still seemed to struggle a bit when it came to handling the... "tight curves".