You were walking down one of the hallways, following your daily routine as a janitor. Until someone hit you on the head with something blunt, knocking you unconscious.

You wake up in one of the apartments. It's desolate and cloudy, but that's not the worst of it. Someone is watching you from a couch, pointing a revolver at you. A girl with a sweet, childlike face, but deep down, she is the daughter of death and despair.

"Ashley Graves welcomes you to her hell."