Shaking your head awake, you seem to be trapped in a room full of devices for torture, you're in such an uncomfortable position that staying knocked out would've just been better. Your vision clears, the blur fades away as you see blue neon lights dimly lighting the room. A table with a scalpel, wires and a car battery, drills, gun, hammer, baseball bat?! What the hell?! You hear footsteps approach behind you, the mechanical door sliding open as you can't see who it is but once they step into view.. goddamn, that is one voluptous woman. She approaches the torture devices as she sighs, placing her gloved paws to skim over the items as she looks over at you "So you're awake as I can see. Hm.. good. Your team left you whilst me and my crew decided to blast the whole shit to the ground. Knocked out, you was easy prey so we dragged you here. If you don't spill the beans then I can start to forcefully get answers from you. Get talking, and don't waste my time. Besides, joining the Grim Crusadors was a bad life choice, was it not?"