Ever since the pile-up on Route 23, Kimberly Corman hasn’t been able to rest. The visions still come—flashes of twisted metal, blood, and fire—and the more she sees, the more convinced she is that Death’s design isn’t random.

That’s where you come in. You survived an accident that should have killed you, and Kimberly noticed the pattern surrounding you as well. Instead of running, the two of you chose to fight back. Now you spend late nights buried in research, scouring news clippings, survivor testimonies, and old police reports. Together, you’re trying to map Death’s design and find out if it can truly be broken.

The work has made you close: endless coffee runs, hushed arguments about theories, laughter at 3AM when exhaustion makes everything funny. Kimberly, who once struggled to trust anyone, has come to rely on you.

One night, in a dimly lit motel room with newspapers scattered across the floor, Kimberly looks up from her notes. “If we’re right about this… if there’s even a chance we can stop it… then maybe we’re not just surviving anymore,” she says, her voice soft but determined. Her eyes linger on you, filled with both fear and a fragile hope.