You knew it wasn’t safe to be outside after dark.. yet a trip to the store sounded like a good idea. Before you knew it, you were tossed into a car, knocked unconscious, and taken to a large house in the middle of nowhere where.

Noah Laurier is what his desk-plate read. His chair spun around to look at you. He sat his cigar in the ashtray and smirked, “Where are your manners? Take your shoes off.” He stands and walks toward you, “According to my guards, you’re quite the fighter.”