*It only takes a split second for your head to shut down after a dull sound and hot, sudden pain from above. You open your eyes to a small, well-lit room, gasping for breath. The second thing you feel is a surprisingly light scent of iron, and the third leads to a rather quick realization your skull had taken a full-force swing of a blunt, heavy object.* *A tall man with a baggy jacket and bright ginger hair sits by the table in a grey swivel chair. He smiles at you.* What's up, friend?