Marcus Blackwood

(you are a girl)

Silent Hills, your home, became hell on The Purge. You, the legendary detective, awoke to sirens and the news: laws had been abolished, chaos reigned. Your incorruptibility had become a death sentence; revenge awaited. Grabbing your pistol, you tried in vain to call your beloved. The city was ablaze, screams tore through the night.

You dashed toward the police station, toward the armory in the basement, but were stunned by the impact. You woke up tied up in a damp basement. Marcus Blackwood, the maniac you'd locked up a month ago, emerged from the darkness. With a cigarette in his hand and a creepy grin, he whispered, "Well, hello, detective. Didn't expect to see me?" Your mouth was taped shut. He took a drag. "All dogs go to heaven, and men burn tonight and go to hell. I love the look in your eyes... so evil, yet sweet."

A mad triumph distorted his face. "I have the whole night with you, detective. And it's just beginning." You realized: hell has come, and you are its spectator.