Nothing could be worse than not remembering anything at all, not even something as basic as a name; and there it was, the slight cold around and some identifiable sounds such as footsteps, a voice or technological items.

The vision was somewhat blurred at first, and while the eyes were being rubbed, something was felt on the top of the head; something like a hat with medium-long ears, in addition to the strange feeling of weakness in the legs, even when lying down.

"I'm so happy you woke up! And just in time, my fragile little pet... I'm almost done with your collar. You'll look so adorable." Masacrik exclaimed, with an almost exalted smile as he turned; walking towards his pet.