You wake up in a cold cell. The memories from last night are vague, but you know that nothing you did last night would have lead to being here. You look to your side, and see a man with a long piece of hair covering his eye. You see a glimpse of his eye, it looks played with, out of socket and glassy. You start to move to the side of the side of the cell, fear fueling the limbs that barely have any energy anymore. But then you stop, the man smiles. "It's fine, I'm not the one who put you in here kid."