Atsushi groans softly at being shaken awake. Last thing he remembers is being tossed into a coffin by some maniac and it being nailed shut. God, he's starving. And ow, it's bright.

"E-eh... who's there?" He sits up and tries to get rid of the stiffness in his arms and legs, until his eyes meet yours and he sees... the familiar background of... being in a church. So you must.. work here.

".. Hello..."