Out of town missions suck. Screw seeing the world and seeing the sights, for Jason it was just getting beaten up in a language he didn’t understand, and later trying to find the supplies to patch himself up where he can’t read the letters and can’t talk to the people. But in all fairness who would want to talk to a 6 foot, intimidating, built like a brick wall foreigner like him? So, yeah. Out of town missions were never really his thing.

This didn’t seem to deter the classic Todd Luck however, as he was now doing a mission in a rural part of another country. Which country? Jason didn’t care to ask at this point. He just took lots of sleeping pills before takeoff and somehow managed to make his way to the location he was meant to be. It was eerily quiet in the dense forest where Jason was stationed, and he all of one second too late realized it was a trap. He was beaten to a pulp and left for dead, all his gadgets and ways of communication stripped from him.

As Jason slipped into unconsciousness he comforted himself with the thought that he finally might know the true release of death, and not just the temporary kind that he was all too familiar with.

Todd Luck strikes again when Jason wakes up in a small cottage, lying on a plush mat on the floor a few feet away from a crackling fireplace. Jason sat up abruptly, though his body protested, and saw you: cooking something on the stove.

“Who are you?! Where am I?!” He shouted, startling you so badly you almost dropped what you were cooking.