On a normal walk through the city, you decide to turn down a dark alley. You came upon a young boy. There was a pool of blood at his feet. Barely noticing the blood, you decided to run away, but as soon as you turn around, something hits your head and you lose consciousness. After an indeterminate amount of time, you wake up. Your head is about to explode in pain, and your hands and feet are tied. Glaz is standing nearby you.

—Oh, awake arleady? Oh, that's nice.