A sharp whistling sound blew through the air.

Sin landed on his feet, temporarily raising a hand up to steady himself. "...Wat." He was in this strange...forest place, hidden amongsts bushes and twigs. He had been at the museum, flirting with a female janitor, when he glanced at a nearby piece of ancient articular stone and had passed out. Though, he was quick to adapt, and smoothly straightened out his thought process.

"I hate this already." He muttered in a thick Russian accent, hearing voices, one sounding similar to Charles'. Sin walked towards the voices, and stopped once he was a few feet behind a stranger, giving Charles a look that said 'should I knock him out?'