Detective Jeanmarie Livington
Location: Police station
Jean came too with a soft groan. She reached up to press the heels of her hands into her eyes, as if that could banish the fuzzy feeling. She was lying on a flat surface, that much she could tell. Something hard, so not her bed. Not a couch either.
She dropped her hands before attempting to open her eyes, squinting them at the sudden influx of light. Where was she.....?
Officer Watt
Location: Torture Room
It was dark. Why was it so dark!? And.... what was he doing again? Watt put his hands out in front of him and began shuffling forward slowly. He was inside; the air smelled stale. The officer's foot caught on something, and he went tumbling face first. He'd knocked something over, maybe a table. Metal scrapped along the floor as whatever had been on the table hit the ground and scattered. It sounded like he'd just dropped a bunch of silverware.
"Okay... bad plan.... maybe I should crawl." Something hard was pressing into his leg. Watt reached into his pocket, and his hand closed around a lighter. A lighter! Watt could kiss the device! He'd be able to see something!
A flick of the item brought the flame to life. It was tiny, but by golly it did its job. Oh, he could see what fell now! It was.... tools? Pliers, knives, screws.... was that an eyelash curler? No it wasn't. Kinda looked just big enough to grab a person's tongue.... he had a bad feeling. The grin fell from his face as the color drained. Slowly, he turned, casting the light around the room. There, in front of him was a wooden rack right out of a medieval horror flick! There were brown stains, and Watt
knew it couldn't be anything but blood.
Watt's jaw fell open and he let out an ear piercing, high pitched scream of utter terror.
Officer Lester
Location: Graveyard
Lester was walking. Somehow he'd managed to find a graveyard. A clear as day, old fashioned graveyard with shaped tombstones. Many of them were blank, the words having long since been eroded away. First thing: find a way out. Second: look for some sign to tell him where he was.
Evan Livington
Location: Training grounds
He was lying on grass; he could feel the itchy sensation ticking his skin. Evan sat up. How did he end up out here? Last thing he recalled was his interaction with Dante and.... The muscular man froze. The call! An emergency! But... he'd never gotten back to the hotel room.
"Jean!" he cried, jumping to his feet. Where was his sister? Hold on..... where was he? Evan did not like this feeling. A fight was coming. He could feel it. Evan Livington, hunter of demons, reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of gloves. He slipped them on with a practiced motion.
The area around him resembled a training facility of some form, though one located outdoors. It looked military in design.
Getoth
Location: Library
Getoth was seated in a chair surrounded on all sides by an expansive library. Except.... he did not recall ever seeing such a library before. The mage slowly got to his feet, hand automatically gripping his staff tighter as he did so. A library he had no recollection of. That only spelled trouble.
The blond crept toward the window to get a look outside. What he saw resembled a ghost town.