A man wakes up in a very small room with only one light from a candle. He looked around the room, it was empty and there was only a wardrobe and a mirror hanging on the wall.
He tried to get up but he felt a very excruciating pain in his tailbone.
"What the hell is happening to me, where am I, who am I!...tsk I'm being too dramatic."
He sighed and looked around once again.
"Haa...it's so stuffy here, I'm in prison."
He tried to stand up but couldn't and he saw a stick next to the cupboard in the corner of the room,
He took the stick with difficulty and stood up.
"Thank goodness there's a stick... it seems like I'm in a dungeon, but what the heck is this, isn't this the modern era and why am I here?"
He was silent for a moment.
"I've talked too much, I'd better get out of here."
As he tried to walk he felt a terrible pain in his head which made him fall and groan in pain.
"Ugh...damn it hurts so bad it feels like my head is going to explode"
Suddenly a memory flashed through his mind like an advertisement that kept popping up.
"What the heck is this...I'm Damien Dante?."