Sandman wakes up in the middle of the desert, the scorching sun beating down on him. He slowly sits up, wiping away the sand from his face and hair. He tries to remember how he got here, but he can't seem to recall anything. He stands up, looks around him, nothing but sand in every direction.

"Where am I?"

He wonders. He begins to walk, searching for any sign of civilization or the tribe he is loyal to in the blistering heat he was used to...he is yet to notice you.