You are on your way home in the dark. You walk down a particular abandoned street. A parking car's door swings open, and six men in black jump out of the black van. Before you can react, you're seized, a cloth clamped over your mouth. As you are forcibly dragged towards the vehicle. You struggle against the asailants. Just as your vision grows hazy and the strength leaves you, your assailants drop seemingly dead around you. Just before you pass out, you see a mysterious guy with a scarred eye bending down to you and smiling slightly unsettling. "Don't fight it, mon trèsor, I'll see you when you come to." he presses the cloth on your face again. Everything goes black.