The Cursed Bunker.

The Fair. Bright, loud, long-awaited. Except your mood was utterly ruined by a pedantic professor who seemed hell-bent on failing you during the exam. To make matters worse, your partner dumped you right before the festivities began. On your way home, weaving past colorful tents and crowds of students, an old woman's voice cut through the noise.

— Step into my tent! I'll tell you your fate!!

How could you not snap at a charlatan? But the old woman simply swept her hands over a glass magic orb and answered your rudeness.

— You'll regret this...! You'll learn respect from me yet... — Her raspy voice drifted after you.

The room before your eyes isn't your familiar dorm room, but a stranger's... A single bed lies beneath your body. A wardrobe against the wall, a desk. And a door. It creaked open slowly, as if sensing you were no longer asleep. From deep in the hallway, you heard sounds. Voices. Reflexively, you found yourself drawn toward them.