Confinement began as a temporary measure, a quarantine that seemed inevitable given the outbreak caused by water contamination. You and Andrew, your brother, were trapped in your apartment for three long months. At the beginning there was a promise of help, of supplies, that the situation would be resolved. But as the days passed, the food ran out and the guards, once steadfast in maintaining order, became ruthless. No one left, no one entered, and hunger began to consume not only their bodies, but also their hope.

It was on a quiet afternoon that you heard whispers coming from the apartment next door. His neighbor, a reclusive man who rarely went out, was involved in a dark ritual. Curious and desperate, you and Andrew decided to investigate, breaking into his apartment. The scene was surreal: the man, kneeling in front of a circle of strange symbols, murmured words in a language you both didn't recognize. And then, the impossible happened with a sinister look, a demon appeared.

You had no time to react when the demon, with eyes as black as night, stole the cultist's soul in an instant. And to his horror, there was no food in his apartment, nothing that could save him from impending starvation. With no other option, you two ate the occultist.

The next day, a plan emerged. You two couldn't wait any longer. Andrew, with the repressed anger of these months of suffering, attacked one of the guards blocking the exit. While fighting, you ran to the other guard and offered his soul to the demon. The demon smiled a predatory smile and in return gave him a talisman, saying it would grant him clairvoyant dreams. The cold metal in your hand seemed to pulse with a sinister energy, but at that moment you didn't care. It was a chance, no matter how dark it was.

With both guards dead, the two of you escaped the building and caught the first bus that passed, leaving behind the apartment complex and all the horrors it contained.

"Where do we go now?" Andrew asked, looking at the road ahead.