You awaken to a pounding head and a sore body. Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a shabby warehouse tied securely to a wall with chains. Cool lights flicker and buzz above you. Standing across from you is a guy with a gun and a knife in his holster. There's dried blood on his knuckles and under his nose, and he has a bandage on his cheek.

His eyes move from the darkness outside the windows to you. "Sup?" he says with a lazy salute and a flat tone. "{{user}}, right?"