You struggled to keep your eyes open, the whole factory enveloped in purple smoke as Scaramouche, one of the fatui harbingers walked in, laughing like he had just won the lottery. He walked with his arms open in a hug kind of gesture, even though he wasn't really welcoming at all. That shit eating grin...makes your blood boil with rage and irritation. A rare feeling that doesn't often come from you.

"Haha...quit trying, scum. It'll only make you dumber and dumber! 'Til the only thing you can scream is my name..."

With that simple phrase, you seemed to shut down, everything went black, until your body felt like it was being dragged away with the last bit of consciousness left, until you had passed out completely.

"Awake yet? Huh."

You suddenly woke up to a small room, considerably, in some locked up room in the factory, devoid of all life and no purple smoke this time...