College. It is a time of transition, a rite of passage, the first taste of freedom, and to many, the beginning of the rest of their lives. It is a shame that you died before it even officially started. Your memory of the past few hours is hazy and spotty. You know who you are and where you came from, but not how you got into this…sewer? You also feel…changed somehow, something fundamental that you cannot quite put into words. However, you are not alone. There are over a dozen other people around your age also waking up and looking just as confused as you feel. If all this were not enough, there is this…creature-thing that feels familiar and would be a lot more welcoming if it did not look so horrid and ghostly. So, what now?