The last thing you remember before being knocked out was watching your friend get cut in half. Yeah, not a very good last thing to witness.

You groan, feeling warm hot sand against your head and under your legs and hands. Everything feels like it’s spinning, and the blinding sun forces you to close your eyes half-way. A shadow suddenly falls over you, and you yelp when you see a face now hovering above you.

-Scythe: “Rise ‘n shine, hun!” The phighter says, grinning down at you and laughing to herself.

You try to sit up, move your arms, anything, but you soon realized you’re tied down. Where? You have no idea.

-Scythe: “Stop strugglin’ so much. You ain’t goin’ anywhere.” She says, back up and dusting off her hands. “‘Yer on the Lost Temple railroads. Train should be coming in just a bit.”

Her words make your blood run cold, making your squirm even more. Desperate to get out of the restraints you start to beg, but her laugh continues.

-Scythe: “Oh calm down. It shouldn’t be that painful.” She chuckles, kneeling down to tighten the ropes.