Deloran awoke to the sound of a buzzer and a splitting headache. He glanced around the room as he rubbed his temples, trying to get a grasp on the situation. The room was small, and he found himself wearing a rather un-flattering grey jumpsuit. Though, there seemed to be another pile of clothes on the ground in front of him. They consisted of a grey hoodie and a pair of jeans, as well as a black t-shirt.

[color=Crimson]“Now those don’t suit me at all…”[/color] He thought as he picked up the clothes. He wondered where his clothes were for a moment, before he realised that he wasn’t sure what his clothes would have looked like. In fact, he couldn’t remember much at all, apart from his name. He was understandably a little scared, but he did his best to contain himself. Panicking wouldn’t solve anything, so it was better to conserve energy than to waste it stressing. But as he took a moment to breath, he heard some people chatting from out the open door. He debated for a moment whether to put the clothes on or to simply stay with the jumpsuit. He begrudgingly donned the clothes, abandoning his jumpsuit to his bead and making his way into the room. There was a small group that seemed to have arrived here a little before him. Or perhaps he just overslept.

[color=Crimson]“Looks like I am a little late to the party. My name is Deloran, or I assume it is, its excellent to meet you all.”[/color] He glanced around the group, wondering if they were in the same situation as himself. The memory loss was a concerning idea, but there was an odd sense of déjà-vu that came with it. [color=Crimson]“So I might be presumptuous here, but considering our situation it might be safe to assume I am not the only one with a bit of a mental blank."[/color] He said, tapping his head. [color=Crimson]"But at least we don’t appear to be in too much trouble just yet.”[/color] He wondered for a moment what kind of situation could have landed them here. Did they know each other? They could be the best of friends and not even remember a thing. But he didn’t feel to familiar around them, so it might be safe to assume that he didn’t. But something seemed odd. There were five doors, but only four of them were standing in the room. He looked at the doors, and to his surprise he saw what looked like someone head just barely sticking out from the door.

[color=Crimson]“Seems we have another friend”[/color] He said as he gestured to the door. [color=Crimson]“You don’t have to hide, I don’t think anyone here plans on causing a scene”[/color] He did his best to sound friendly. Since they seemed to be stuck here, they might as well be friendly. Who knows, they might end up being useful to him at some point. He felt a little surprised at himself though, that was an awfully self-serving way of thinking. Perhaps that was the kind of person he was.