Prologue

As the streets goes colder, a strange feeling permeates the air. It's something peculiar, like a prelude of things to come.

Maybe because of this, but nobody can be seen walking on these streets.

"AH!!!" The silence is broken by a panicked scream.

Well, almost nobody.

The clock ticks...

Footsteps can be heard getting increasingly closer.

BAM!

It's the sound of a woman slipping on the asphalt and hitting her head, by some miracle it doesn't split. As if fleeing from hell, she begins running again, all the while muttering "shit, shit, shit".

What she doesn't know, is that the danger is right ahead.

TICK TOCK

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YOU LOSE