Alton woke to a cold shock as a bucket of water was thrown over him. His head darted around as he found himself chained to the wall with steel bars. Hans stood in front of him, sipping a glass of water from a straw. "Finally awake, are we? Superb."
"You threw water on me? Either you're batshit insane, or you honestly think you're more powerful than me."
"Think? No, no. Don't be absurd. More like know." Hans jokes, pulling up a chair close to Alton. He leaned in on the chair, staring at him. "It's funny. Seeing you here. The myth, the legend Avalanche."
"You knew me from before?"
