A Young man awakes in filthy tavern. “Where am I?” he says, lost and confused. Just next to his bed he sees a frankenstein like monster covered with scars. The young man notices the creature’s lips are sewn and his gaze is empty, as if its soul had gone. The creature give a quick glance at him and resume taking notes, he is writing with a large feather on a scroll. A floating skull suddenly emerges from behind the zombie-like creature. “Awake at last! Let’s go my friend! We have a lot to do! And no time to waste!” “I don’t understand… Am I dreaming or something? Because speaking with a skull is like… insane right?” Despite the lack of skin an muscles. The young man can feel how bad he hurt the skull with this unfriendly remark, his bulging eyes are now fixed on him. “I wouldn’t have expected such bad manners from someone like you… but wait don’t tell me your amnesiac or something? You do know why you’re here right?” The young man shrug. “Hey… absolutly not…” he say...
