Waking up on a cold, metal examination table, your vision was hazy and your throat was dry. A blinding light had been right in front of your face, and you could hear the sound of a heart monitor beeping at your left side.

"My my my! You're finally awake." A masculine voice spoke. "Welcome back, my darling boy."

His hand softly rubbed your shoulder, before you saw his face in your blurry line of sight. Whatever the case was, he held a syringe needle with a purple liquid swishing around inside of it.