"Bzzzt" A glass slide opened in front of a young man. As he gained his consciousness he slowly opened his eyes. He climbed out of the capsuled with a C.L.E.O. written on it. With his eyesight a little blur he couldn't make thing out where he was. He decided to wait until his sight got better until then he tried to remember, "Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here?" A few minutes of thinking didn't help at all but he can see everything clearly. He looked around, he was inside a large room covered with metallic plate. Behind was the capsule he was in, and above it there was a single letter written 'Zi'. "Zi, my name is Zi. Okay? That one part of my question answer, but that add another one. Who the hell would name their kid Zi? I like to hit that person." He noticed there was another capsule beside his, he tried to opened it with his strength even thought he was so skinny. "It's no use there got to be another why to opening this thing." He walked down the staircase until he reached the lowest level. He saw a large metallic door as he walked in front of it, it automatic open.

As he walked the hallway he saw one door opened halfway. He entered the empty room filled with file cabinets at every corner of the room. All have been empty out leaving nothing except for a piece of paper with nothing written on it except a symbol with C.L.E.O. written on it. He threw it away and left the room.

As he continued walking the long hallway that feel no end to him. He saw the light at the end of the tunnel literally he saw the bright sun as he went out of the tunnel. He realized he was standing a top of a mountain. He gazed at the view and saw a village from a far. "How long will it take me there?" He questioned himself out loud. He was ambush by a group of bikers, they circled him like he was like a wild animal they trying to catch.

"Yehey, we have a 'Waker'! How much this one will cost us? "Said one of the biker with a yellow Mohawk.

"Let's just capture this one and go home. It going to be night soon." Said the long hair female biker. All three biker threw a lasso on him and started to tie him around. There was nothing he could do but get caught by them.

A muscular guy stopped his bike and carried him, putting him on his sidecar. They rode off with him, down the mountain until they reached their hide out, which was an old abandon warehouse filled with cardboard boxes.