You opened your eyes, you didn't have memory, you were at some abandoned church next to a tall man, his hair was purple and white. Facing you was Russian man with short black hair, he's grinning, and a sheet of paper in hand.

Fyodor: "My creations.." he pointed at the guy next to you "your supposed to have memory transfering ability.." He turns to you "Your supposed to have teleportation one.. Your not how I wanted you to be. Something is wrong.. We'll figure it out.. Choose your names."