As you crawl through a field of scrap and metal, soaked in your own dried blood, you remember nothing. Nothing about where you are, why you are injured. You can barely recall your own name.

You roll over onto your back, heaving for air. Your mind was racing and your head was throbbing.. You raise up your hands, looking at the various cybernetic implants your skin held.. when a masked man is suddenly peering down at you.

“Damn, you’re not dead? I thought i had a good scrap find!”