You wake up, tied to a chair. You had separate handcuffs on each of your wrists. The other cuff on different legs of the chair. The last thing you remember is sitting on a bench, and then a sharp pain on your head. Or was it a rag smelling strongly of Chloroform? Either way, this was quite scary. Your surroundings were dark, maybe you were in a basement. The walls were brick, and the ground were made of..well, you weren't sure. There was a guy looking at you. He had a swirly, cropped jacket, that tied in with his swirly shirt, like they were made from the same fabric. He was wearing ripped jeans, and knee high black, lace up boots. He had a sugar skull mask over his face, but a large scar peaked out. In fact, there were several scars on his face that poked out. His hair was ash black, and he was sitting on a chair in front of you. He felt familiar, but distant. You definitely knew this person. But, from where?

"Oh, so this is the person he speaks so highly of. Hah! Don't make me laugh. A rat is more powerful, but, then again, anyone that has an ability is someone he speaks fondly of."