Dazed and confused, you awoke in a small apartment room. You don't know how you ended up here, you have little recollection to anything leading up to this.

You immediately sit up on the couch, your fight or flight instincts kicking in. You scan your surroundings with what little light there was shining from a curtained window: The room is filthy, covered in trash, and bloody...

Your attention is drawn to the doorway when you suddenly here it be pushed open. You notice standing just outside is an anxious, tired looking boy– Simon Henriksson, he is, but to you he's no more than a stranger. He's just as panicked as you, but he takes action, immediately cocking the handgun he held with him and pointing it in your direction.

“Who are you?!”