-148 Years Ago
"It's time, honey."
A voice echoed down the hallway. Fourteen year-old Gord Walker was putting on a suit to go to his brother's funeral. His mother was wiping tears from her eyes and looked absolutely terrible, but Gord didn't blame her. Gord's brother, Craig, was murdered a couple of weeks ago and the police haven't captured the perpetrators yet. Gord wiped away a tear and straightened his tie.
"I'm coming," said Gord, grabbing his coat and heading downstairs. His mother was now waiting for him near the front door and he slid his coat and walked to the car. His mother was humming quietly to herself; it was some tune that Gord remembered her singing to him ever since he was little.
When it was over, Gord could not find his mother anywhere. There were a lot of people at the funeral, but he felt he would've seen her by now. After what seemed like two hours of searching, he found her outside talking quietly with a strange man with a suit and a top hat on.
"Who are you?" Gord asked, interrupting their conversation.
"Hello, lad. I am Corey Davidson. I am a good friend of your mother's, and I knew Craig very well."
Gord almost cringed at the sound of his brother's name.
"What's taking you so long?" asked Gord.
"We're discussing grown-up things." Gord's mother replied awkwardly.
"Like what?"
Corey and Mrs. Walker exchanged glances nervously.
"I know who killed your brother." Corey blurted. Mrs. Walker looked stunned.
"What…?"
"They're called 'The Skull Riders,' but I believe their head man is named Bass Armstrong."
Present Day
Hitomi was in the deserted room, shuddering at the thought of Gord nearly killing her. To be honest, she didn't know why he hadn't. Does he really have any reason to keep letting her live? He's been playing around with her for a long time and she was getting absolutely sick of it. But there wasn't anything she could really do about it. He just kept having his way and kept torturing her. Suddenly a voice boomed from beyond the room, projected by an intercom:
"Stand in the middle of the room."
She noticed that she was leaning against the corner of the room, and she also wondering why the heck it mattered, but she didn't question Gord, she did as she was told.
"Your heart rate is rapidly increasing, Hitomi. Why are you frightened?" Gord did a poor job of trying to sound concerned.
"Let me leave here." she said.
"You may if you prove yourself able to complete this task; the walls are slowly closing in before you, and if you get out, you will live, and you can proceed to the next task. All of this is necessary in evaluation in order to create the Perfect Hitomi. Once I have done that, you can finally be killed. Let the games begin."
With a deafening rumble, the walls started moving.