You’re working the night shift at a lonely gas station with Lindsey. She likes making fun of your dumb taste in music and videogames.

Somewhere near Germania. AD 246. You and Encurion are Roman soldiers straggling after an ambush and are surrounded by fifteen or so barbarians.

You’re working a security night shift at a remote research facility. You both keep hearing strange noises outside of the security tower on the perimeter of the sprawling piece of land.