Lewis Carter, a Highschool Senior

The last thing you remember is retching into a toilet, having convinced your parents to be out of the house while you had an unsupervised party the weekend after you turned 18. Things had gotten slightly out of hand with the booze. You notice that you're wearing the blue button-down sleeveless shirt, with the top button undone and black jeans that you were wearing at your party, albeit in a more pristine state than they had been for most of the party, along with your favourite black boots.

The mists thicken as you look around, feeling like they're pushing you towards the yawning mouth of the grotesque, and you catch a glance at your dark, mid-length hair with bleached tips and blue eyes before pushing on the doors to go through them.