The pounding in your head worsened with the crate’s god awful screeching, not helping your failing attempt at remembering why you were here. It felt like hours until the metal box bumped to a stop suddenly, causing you to fall back.

The top of the box opened, sunlight spilling in and blinding you temporarily. “Give tae newbie some space, aye?” A voice said as your vision adjusted, a guy with a messy mohawk stood at the opening, offering his hand.

“Nice tae meet ye, welcome to the Glade.”