Cheyenne's vision blurred as she awoke from her stupor. There wasn't loud music or the shouting of rowdy party-goers anymore, but instead, dead silence. "What was in that drink?" Cheyenne thought to herself. The room was only illuminated by candlelight, revealing nick-knacks from times of old. She heard someone on the speaker say something about surviving in a haunted mansion and money. Knowing that she needed the money to pay bills, she did anything to win.