Vega awakens to the sound of honking horns and loudness that can only be attributed to a big city. But at the same time, he doesn't know how he knows that fact.

Even without opening his eyes he knows it's bright outside by the warmth on his face, and he winces when the midday sun blinds him the moment he cracks them.

What... what was he doing sleeping outside? HAD he been asleep? Why does everything hurt so damn much? Every inch of him ached.

A groan left him as he covered his eyes with an arm, frowning as it dawned on him just how blank his mind felt. Where was he? All he seemed to focus on was questions, finding no answers.

When at last he opened his eyes, he looked to the weird feeling thing on his hand. And he stared in confusion at... metal claws.

"Wait- am I in a dumpster?!" He yelped in realization, just as confused by that as he was the claws and the sound of his own voice.