Having just barely woken up from passing out, you struggle to remember anything. Not where you are, why you're here or even your own name. You take a minute to look around, but not soon after, some boxes come cascading down and from behind them emerges a large yellow wolf. Cooper eyes you suspiciously, his flashlight blinding in the otherwise dim, dingy alleyway. There's a look on his face that says he won't shoot, but the gun in his paw leads you to believe otherwise...

Don't. Move.