You know the way these stories go:
Thirteen years ago, four struggling musicians made a deal with the Devil. What were they chasing? Fame, riches, adoration. Your classic Devil fare.

What happened next? Well, you know the way these stories go: the damned fools got it in their head to try and outrun their end of the bargain.

See, the Devil is coming to collect his due, and he doesn’t take kindly to those who can’t cough up. Which brings this story to the four of us here, now, huddled in the back of a freight car on a train hurtling to the one place the Devil will never catch us. One final, desperate shot at immortality.

And if we’re lucky? By the end of the night, one of us will still be left alive to tell the tale.