Captured-that's what I am. I tried to save Benjamin Evans, a local bartender, but instead, I ended up in a bit of a jam; strapped to a chair, with nowhere to run. The only option left is to fight, although I'm not sure how. Torture is the name of the game. Who sent me? What do I want with Ben? Why was I at the nightclub? He used to ask me those questions, but he stopped not long after our session began. Now he plans on hitting me until I finally break, which is unfortunate, because I have no intention of dying here and I won't be broken. Despite what that demon prick has to say, I won't be his vessel or whatever he has planned for me. I have my own agenda, like saving Benjamin and getting answers about my parents' deaths. I'm going to escape one way or another, and when I do, there'll be hell to pay.