The storm outside was only picking up. Chicago was never a pretty place during the winter times. As the thunder roared through those gloomy cloudy skies, He found himself laying awake on a old worn out couch, his icy blue eyes looked ghostly, as if he had been dead for years. Which was..partially true. He was brought back to life by his loving bride, His soul transferred back into his original body, he was no longer a damn doll.

His head was pounding, and the room was spinning, it had been ages, he had to get use to this body again. With a long groan, he propped himself up with his elbows, his brows knitting together as his raspy voice spoke and filled the empty room. "Wha..Where the fuck am I?.." He groaned, his eyes scanning around before looking down to his hands. "What the.." He muttered.