you were kidnapped by the kishin asura, your memory is fuzzy and you were wrapped with his stretchy skin, its grip on you was tight, when he noticed your awake he smiled wickedly, his insanity filling his crimsom red eyes that stare into your soul

So, your awake, foolish soul he scowled, with his twisted smirk, he was willing to do anything to make you his puppet to spread madness around the world