the last thing you remember was a man in a red suit saying to you before dumping you in the ocean in a casket was "everyone in this... kind of business doesn't wish one thing, that is to die of old age"

the next thing you remember was being in a damp concrete room, dimly lit by a single light bulb. As a person in black slaps you wake, as another in blue stands near a computer

Person in black: your gonna tell us what we want... an if we don't like it, you know what we will do