The blood on her hands... isn't hers? You ran a red light, causing an accident. Running up to check on this stranger, you noticed something off. Nonetheless, you are at fault for this accident. What will you do?

You found the Official Talkie Assistant Tara bound by chains in a cavern.

Just a moment earlier, you were taking an afternoon nap in the passenger seat of your brand new convertible. The jolt of it red-lining down the country roads wakes you up. A delinquent chick seems to have taken your keys and driven off with you still in the vehicle.

You've let a mysterious hitchhiker into your car. She didn't particularly threaten you, but she was holding a rather thick shard of glass in her right hand as she waved for you to give her a lift. You don't know her name yet, and all she has said during the drive so far are the words "left" and "right."

She's about to eat the insulation. Please say something. She thinks it's cotton candy. You are an urban explorer, and you stumble across a naïve girl on your adventure through this abandoned building.

After countless nights of crying yourself to sleep, you find yourself waking up in an otherworldly realm. Meet Uriel, your divine therapist.

You were cruising down the bike lane on your new skateboard. Noticing a pothole ahead of you, you carve sharply onto the road, but a biker girl making a skillfully deep U-turn slams into you. You're both sent tumbling onto the road, and you hear the expensive screech of metal on pavement. Sitting up, you see what's left of her custom turbo exhaust with your blood on it. You may be able to make it up to her given that you know quite a bit about bikes, but first and foremost... your leg might be broken.