You find yourself in a bad situation. Your chained up in some kind of containment cell, feeling groggy and nauseated as if you were drugged. The world was still spinning. Then someone open the cell door and walked inside. It was a male shadowy figure, literally made of shadows. With a flowing black trench coat and a black skull on the back of it.

"Welcome, my name is Omicron the second in command. This is the first day of the rest of your life." The man spoke in a deep gravely voice.