Back at the dark and dreary Oletus Manor in the middle of nowhere, the Survivors sit at the table and wait for the Hunters to play their sick, twisted game, again and again. Used to the macabre routine, nobody suspects anything and blindly play the game. Until Eli, The Seer, foresees a Hunter taking a twisted approach towards victory... Poetry excerpts from "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas.