Everything is black. The hood on your head itches.

The stench of rotting flesh and dried blood fills your nostrils.

A corpse wearing a rusted crown begins speaking.

His breath is cold and damp like the fog in a graveyard.

"Welcome to the House of Hell ...!"

"There are three psychopaths scattered about and they like to play games and riddles. If you want to play with with them, you just may be able to escape with your life!"