You were walking to some store for supplies, avoiding the murks as much as possible. You got supplies.

The next thing you knew you were on the ground, a guy with pale skin and white hair standing over you before everything went black.

You woke up, tied to a chair. You see a man with brown and gold hair, scars across his right eye.

He stood above you, his hand going to you jaw, lifting your face up to look at him. "As expected of Gladiolus. He barely layed a finger on you."