"The dull amber glow from the lamps illuminates the street. You shiver as the chill night air cuts through you. You've been here before. Something about this place is strangely familiar yet you can't quite place it.

There she is in front of you. You’ve been following her since she left the club. You feel strangely drawn to her but you can’t figure out why.

The night air blows stronger. Her long auburn hair quivers in the breeze.

Why are you following her?

You cannot help yourself. You just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Suddenly the streetlights click off, plunging the street into darkness. You glance nervously left.

Then right.

You feel something cold and wet sliding down your face.

It’s started to rain.

Just as quickly as they went the streetlights click back on illuminating the now rain-splattered and…empty street.

Where is she?

You’ve simply got to find her.

Where is she?


You feel a light, delicate tap on your shoulder. You turn and gaze deep into a pair of soft green eyes.

The last thing you see before the blackness overwhelms you is the discarded, still-smoking pistol lying on the rain soaked street in front of the steps leading up to a blue double door.

The night air blows colder.�

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"The dull amber glow from the lamps illuminates the street. You shiver as the chill night air cuts through you. You've been here before. Something about this place is strangely familiar yet you can't quite place it.

You hear footsteps behind you. They sound vaguely metallic. You turn. The night air blows fiercer. A lock of hair drifts in front of your eyes.

No-one there.

You carry on down the street. There! Again the same metallic clicking on the road. You turn. The wind stops. Your eyes flit from side to side.

No-one there.

Your pace quickens. Your heart is pounding. Panic wells up inside you. There! Again the metallic clicking on the road. You run. The wind whips itself up into a gale and lashes at your face. You stumble into an alleyway.

The wind stops. There! Again the metallic clicking on the road, but closer now. Much closer.

In front of you the alleyway ends in a bright blue double door. The footsteps are getting louder. You reach out for the handle and turn it just as you feel something cold and metallic slide into your back. You fall, as darkness descends upon you.

The night air blows colder.

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