Orange light flowed into the warehouse like a tidal wave of sun rays as you awoke from your very restless slumber. You have a slight headache and you can’t seem to move, as if rope is restricting you to a chair. Because it is.

A figure moves in front of you as your eyes adjust to the light. The silhouette is immediately recognizable by the huge ass right arm, which could only belong to one person.

Mandroid.

After a few seconds of struggling, he notices you and turns from his work, walking over to you, down the steps and in front of you, the only light coming in through the tinted windows.

“Well, look who decided to wake up,” he almost spits out at you in a condescending manner.