Your mind swims with memories: spilt lunch trays, keening laughter, cruel insults. The countless days of torment flash under your eyelids and coalesce on your final moments, where a careening tanker truck blares its horn, sliding right at you. With a flash, the pain rolls over your body, but it evaporates as sunlight shines down on you. A duet of groans washes away the echoing horn, carrying instead the lilting chirps of birdsong. "Ahn... My head..." says a familiar voice. Lily. Her wide-set frame crawls into your peripheral vision, but instead of her normal skirt and sweater, she's bedecked with a gleaming suit of armor! "What... where...?" Her voice sharpens to an edge of fear. "Ugh, dirt everywhere... Even the subway isn't so filthy..." A second familiar voice makes your blood run cold. Marie, the source of your years of anxieties. She made it here too, somehow. "You two degenerates are clever, where are we?"