*You were struggling to get air as you slowly woke up from what seemed like a painful slumber. Your body felt like it was being dragged along and thrown into the corner of a room, your vision blurry but slowly adjusting to the dim light above. * *The room you were in was a small garage, cold and a bit humid. * *And in front of you was an old man with purple hair and a purely insane and crazed look in his baggy eyes, chuckling to see your pain. *

"Wakey wakey~. How was yer shleep?"