Michael woke up feeling wet and sore all over.
His blurry vision slowly cleared up, revealing his hands bound to a white table with thick metallic chains. He sluggishly tried to move, but a burning pain spread through his wrist, prompting him to immediately stop.
Now fully awakened by the jolt, his eyes quickly scanned his environment. He was in a dimly lit room with a single lamp, struggling to illuminate the room. On the opposite end of the room, he could see a large mirror in which he found his own reflection.
One bruised eye and several wounds in his skinny, bare chest and stomach. At least, his braided hair, which he'd recently dyed white, was in good condition. He didn't know why, but he felt there was something missing from his chest.
"Finally awake, huh?", A raspy, tried voice whispered in Michael's ears.
He felt a cold, bony hand rest on his shoulder and shivered. In the mirror's reflection, he failed to make out any details of a person standing behind him, but there was definitely someone there.
His neck snapped around, only to meet darkness.
"Michael Aboagye. Age: 18. Gender: Male. Bio: A free spirited young man in his first year of university looking to figure himself out. Estimated Life Expectancy: 69 years. Current status: Deceased at 18."
Something slammed down on the table.
Michael's neck whipped back forward so fast that he feared his head just might twist off of his body.
Sitting down before him was an old woman with pale skin and the reddest eyes Michael had ever seen. They were a rich carmine, with hollow golden pupils that glowed faintly. If not for her other striking features, Michael would have probably found himself staring into them the whole time.
She appeared quite old, with a few wrinkles here and there. She wore a grey beret on her head that matched the odd uniform she wore.
If Michael had to guess, she was cosplaying a character from an anime with her unusual get-up.
She slid an open folder across the desk, which promptly stopped right in front of Michael. Michael's eyes widened once he saw its contents: pictures and detailed descriptions of him throughout various points in life.
"W-who are you!?" he screamed.
Or, at least, he wanted to scream. His lips didn't move. They couldn't move.
The woman put her finger to her mouth and shushed him.
"We're asking the questions here, Michael.", Her raspy, sickly voice said.
She clasped her gloved hands and leaned forward, glaring directly into Michael's eyes.
"I want you to tell me everything about the entity known as Rain."
Rain.
That name sounded familiar.
Images of a youthful woman flashed in Michael's head. Her voice, her speech, and her mannerisms. One by one, they started to come back to him.
"Ah… Her?", Finally, he could speak, but he didn't even notice.
Michael's voice sounded heavy and grim and his eyes were now downcast.
"Why do you want information on her?", He asked.
The woman remained silent for a while. It were almost as if she was waiting for orders. She probably was.
Michael looked at the mirror. He'd figured this was an interrogation room and other individuals were standing behind that window, watching and listening.
"She's an unforgivable criminal.", The woman finally spoke. "We will hunt her down with the information you provide. Refusal to accept our proposal will result in your immediate annihilation."
Michael took in a deep breath and straightened up.
"I don't care if she's a criminal or not, honestly. I want my revenge on her, and you clearly want to punish her. I'll tell you everything I know.", Michael said.
With that declaration, he started to recall all his interactions with Rain.