They all woke up here. No memories. No hair. No clothes. They were all alone. In separate rooms. The only way they could see was a bright red light in the center of the ceiling. They only knew their names.
With the help of the I.M.P along with the power of the grimore that grant access to the mortal realm to take care of people's unfinished business when they were alive.
( I DONT OWN ANYTHING IN THIS STORY EXPECT Y/N )