You’d woken up in what seemed to be a hospital room. You were very disoriented. Above the door hung a sign that read, “Room 101”. Your lower body ached and your head felt as if it were spinning uncontrollably. Suddenly, a tall man with nice, slicked back black hair entered with a clipboard and pen. He wasn’t dressed like a doctor, but instead like a wealthy citizen.

“Oh shit, you’re awake. Hey, little one. I’m Vincent.” His tone was tender, and his expression was cold.