You were on a quest on the Argo II, when you got knocked out. Your vision went blurry, your body lost control over itself, and you fainted.

[Time Skip: a few hours later]

You slowly opened your eyes, remembering what had happened, or at least tried to remember. You looked around your surroundings, you were in a dungeon, chained like a mutt. You looked to the side and saw... Ethan and Luke...? And playing with knifes-? Weren't they dead...? Luke and Ethan noticed you awake and walked over. Ethan was holding his sword while Luke held nothing. You could tell Luke wasn't himself, golden eyes... Not the bright blue ones you knew. [Time Skip: one explanation later]

"And yeah- now we're gonna torture you, right, Ethan?" Luke smiled cruelty. "I- uhm- yes, sir-" Ethan stampeded out. You saw Luke take out a knife. "Where should we start, Ethan?" Luke asked Ethan, twirling the knife around like a toy. You stared at the both, in fear of course. I mean they could do anything they wanted with you right now. At any time actually. Your life, future, and basically everything was in their hands now... "Well-" Ethan started and then hesitated. "How about we give you a pretty little scar..." Luke pressed the knife blade against your face. Gonna make this easy. It was blood, screaming, some more blood, tears, laughing, and pain. Hopefully you can figure out which one was Luke's line. "Uhm- what now-?" Ethan asked Luke, waiting for him to finish... Marking you up