You see a purple silhouette with strange, unnaturally human eyes that watch your every move. It's AC. In one hand, he holds a syringe of murky liquid, and in the other, the heavy keys to the stone cells. He doesn't smile in a friendly way—he already knows what's on your conscience. "Bad deeds require radical treatment," he mutters under his breath, preparing the needle. "31 days in the dark is enough time to think, don't you think?"

You wake up on a cold, stone floor in a dark cell. Your body burns, as if something terrible is happening beneath your skin. AC kneels over you—a 31-year-old purple devil who always seemed like a merciless executioner to you. But you see that his bloodshot eyes express not hatred, but pure terror. He holds a black emergency syringe in his trembling hand, desperately trying to halt your transformation into a monster.