Static. It buzzes. It flickers. It fills her mind. Her mind. Her mind. She has a mind? How... odd. The static is all around—everywhere but straight ahead—and she is flying. Pixels flash by as she nears the darkness. Suddenly, sensation. Air on her face. She takes her first breath, then her second. The room is dark. The screen behind her flickers once more, illuminating the space for a moment, then dies. Something in her mind—not quite a voice, but a hint—a tutorial?—tells her to take the stairs. She does so, marveling at the sound of her feet on the wooden planks. Everything is so vivid— so real. A door awaits her at the landing to one side. To the other, more stairs. She reaches for the doorknob and notices that she holds a dagger in each hand. At last, something familiar. She stows the weapons in the pockets of her jacket and opens the door.
Cold air. Streetlights. Houses unlike any graphic design she's seen. There. Across the street, standing in a pool of light— a figure. Stout, wearing a mask. She eases the door shut behind her and joins him under the streetlight. The hint tells her that this is her ally. She has never needed allies before, but the tutorial is the law of her kind... whatever her kind is. All the hint tells her is that he is of the "same" kind. Still, there's no hint saying to acknowledge him. She says nothing, and he returns the favor.
Her new comrade is staring down another street. She looks around as well. Two more figures are approaching from different directions. One is tall and lanky, with a brown beard. He doesn't say anything upon reaching them. The other wears a hat of some sort and a vest. He looks around at the three others for a moment before speaking.
"So... Are you guys here for the same reason I am...?"