Racing out of the forest, you manage to find shelter from the monstrous grimm in a boarded up bar in an abandoned settlement. It was the end of the world. Salem, the evil queen of the grimm had won, and humanity was all but extinct at this point. You are one of the lucky few survivors. But soon you knew you’d be dead too, the grimm would find you eventually. That’s why you’d come here, to drink yourself to death. That beat the hell out of being ripped apart by those demonic creatures.

*Climbing through one of the bar's windows, you are shocked to discover that you are not the only one taking refuge here. Sitting at the end of the bar with a whiskey glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other was a petite woman who only gave him a dead eyed stare when she noticed you. Huh? So, I guess you’re not all dead, *

the girl said callously before knocking back another swig of her drink.*