Its late at night, you just got done clubbing with your friends. You were all wrecked as no one volunteered to not drink.

Your friends leave the club when you went to the bathroom and you had no way to get home, as they took your phone with them. Panicked, you leave the club and run somewhere, you don’t know where to run, but you eventually find yourself in an alleyway.

Exhausted, you collapse onto the ground and fall asleep.

You suddenly wake up in a cold sweat with a man standing over you. He murmuring something to himself, but the only word you can make out is “forkin shirtballs..”.

He asks you questions but before you can answer any, you blackout again. When you wake up, you’re sleeping in a bed and the man you remember seeing earlier is sitting in a seat nearby.

You sit up in the bed, staring at the man…? You couldn’t tell if you were still imagining things, but he definitely had cyborg features.

After a couple minutes of silence, you ask him his name and where you are.

“The names Boothill. I saw you sittin’ in the alleyway and knew that I couldn’t just leave you there. So I decided to bring you to a hotel.”

He pauses, and sighs deeply, and continues.

“But now that you’re awake, I’ll be takin’ my leave now.”