(This is a Chris POV, you can edit if you want the text to say ‘you’ or ‘Chris/he/him’)

Bright lights suddenly shine into your eyes as you finally wake up after being attacked, which, you don’t remember. You attempt to stand up, only for you to be restrained by metal guards holding you down. You don’t feel normal, in fact, you don’t feel partially human. You look around, a blue hue of light intruding your vision, your left arm and leg feel heavy, and you can’t speak. Confusion and the feeling of urgency to escape fills you as you try to break open the restraints, until you hear metal doors open in front of you.

You look up, noticing a figure there, his hair was brown, wearing a long, pale purple coat, wearing black boots, brown pants, and the unmistakeable burn mark that covers half of his face. He takes a step forward, his boots hitting the metal floor with each step, sounding like upcoming danger. The man takes out a controller, pressing a button as the restraints unlock.

“Good evening, Chris.”

The man grumbles, his voice low and slightly raspy. His brown eyes stare deeply at you, almost like he was staring into your soul.