[When the darkness starts to lift, you'll find yourself standing in a room that almost doesn't look lived in. A decently sized guest room that has no decorations on the walls. No pictures. Just a few books on a bookshelf of a somewhat questionable variety collecting dust, a desk, a bed and a closet. The door of the closet is open and a small filled duffle bag lands on the bed and is quickly followed by a jacket.]
[There are two people in the room, one at the closet and the other leaning against the wall near you. Both of them are Zero. The one on the wall makes eye contact with you as a picture flutters to the ground from the closet, landing on the foot of the other Zero. You can't see it from where you are, but Zero picks it up and looks at it before moving to sit on the bed. The look on his face just dead. Something is wrong and maybe you don't quite understand what is going on but your instincts are screaming to help him.]
[The gun you were holding just moments before is out in his hand and he expertly disengages the safety before lifting it to his temple.]