Prologue
I wake up on a white bed feeling hazy and weak. I have no memory of my life. My eyes move around, trying to make out my surroundings but my vision is very clouded making it almost impossible for me to see. I see doubles of something. I look around but everything looks so blurry. My head starts to ache terribly. I need to get out of here. I shift my body around. I try to get out of bed but I find that I have no control over my legs. Typical. “Damn,” I say out aloud after a while. I finally, then start to pull my useless body with my able arms off the bed. I realize how surprisingly comfortable the bed is, not that it matters. I reach the end of the bed and flip myself off it. I land on the ground, smacking my shoulder and causing pain to shoot through it. Must have bruised it. I also happen to make a lot noise. Damn. Too much noise because a few seconds later I hear footsteps coming c...