Jack wakes up, tied to a chair. On either side, she sees others, also tied up. She’s confused, looking around… syringes, knives, weapons, pills, skulls… What is this place? This doesn’t look good… She glances at her hand… there’s a tattoo on it… she didn’t have that before… “Psst. That pink one has it too,” Elen whispered to the others. A woman with pink hair stood up from the table… It froze everyone, fear reflected in their eyes… “Welcome to my place, my dears, hihihi.”