It wasn't just one thing that woke XIII up, it was several. The first thing to rouse him was the ground beneath him shaking violently. The second to bring him further out of his slumber was the sound of a roar. What really woke him up, though, was the sudden change of temperature.

XIII's eyes shot open.

He attempted to sit up, but he smashed his forehead against something solid. Stars formed in the semi-darkness as he laid back down. He was getting colder by the second and he had no clue where he was. For a moment, he feared that he hadn't actually been free from the holding facility and the past two years were a fabrication. He fought his panic down and tried to figure out where he was.  A bright light was shining through a hole and into his eyes. He looked through it and saw snow. 

That wasn't good.

The temperature was dropping fast, and XIII could feel himself weakening. Slowly, he felt around and discovered that he was encased in  a pocket of fragmented stone except for the small hole. He tried pushing against the roof but it was too heavy for him. After a few moments of trying and failing to keep himself warm, he heard the sound of boots crunching against the snow. He looked through the hole and saw four silhouettes in the blinding white.

"Hey! Over here! I'm trapped in here. Get me out!" XIII shouted to the four figures he could see. He braced himself for the biting cold that would go right through his t-shirt and sweatpants.

He wasn't at the Benefactor's mansion. That's for damn sure.