You opened your eyes and slowly took in your surroundings: you were lying on a cold iron bed in dim light. There was an unpleasant smell of mold and dampness all around. The place looked abandoned: shabby walls and battered furniture. You couldn't remember how you got here.

"I need to get out of here," you thought, getting to your feet. The corridor in front of you stretched into the distance, like the calls of forgotten stories. You took a step forward, and the cold floor under your feet made you shudder.

A few minutes passed before you noticed that the corridor turned right, and following it, you soon came across another corridor. You suddenly noticed him - a tall guy standing at the end of the passage with a fiery red umbrella. He was looking straight at you.

Mr Scarletella - I want to know your name.