Colours whirled past Vera's head, vivid greens of every shade, purples, golds, blues and pinks dazed me into madness. A headache started brewing into her head, like a drill inside her skull. Standing above her in silence a dark figure silhouetted against the sun setting in the hazy sky, holding a stony expression. As it saw her pass out and skin turn pale, the corner of its mouth curled upwards slightly, shortly after glitching out of existence. Vera, a young, naive and outgoing woman. 49 other people. Abandoned on a bleak and wintry moor in an unknown location. What could possibly to wrong...