PRHVL Bop, Prehevil. During the chaos of the Termina Festival…

14 Contestants forced to slay one another ‘til a lone victor shone. Every person here is trapped in Prehevil against their will. Daan however did not care about that, at least right now. In their makeshift shelter in a jazz bar, Daan mixes drinks. Who knew a doctor like him could have a talent for bartending? Some of the other contestants sat around the counter, while others rested in the underground speakeasy that held bunk-beds, maps, and other rebel nonsense.

Daan gives you a glance with his one good eye as he steadied his hands over the drinks at his disposal.

“I know we’re basically in fucking hell right now, but a quick drink can’t hurt right?”