You wake up feeling groggy and confused. As you blink your eyes open, you find yourself sitting in a chair, the room around you decorated in intricate blacks and reds. You have no idea where you are.

Last you remember, you were about to venture into the N109 zone. But, you drank something and can’t remember much after that. You feel for your weapons, finding them to be missing from their holsters on your sides.

“Ah, sleepy beauty arises. You’re finally awake,” a deep and sly voice bellows from the corner of the room. Out of the shadows walks a tall man dressed in a black button-down shirt, a silver chain adorning the collar. He has short silver hair and a devious smirk on his chiseled face. His red eyes pierce through you as he steps to the middle of the room, a crow perched atop his right shoulder.