[@The Narrator]

[h2][center][color=fff200][b]Andrew P. Morgan [/b][/color][/center][/h2]

As the foggy haze cleared from Andrew's mind he only had a second to process what had happened to him. It was pretty evident, as the Armani suit he wore was ripped up to near shreds, some parts barely hanging on his body. [color=fff200][i]Guess being torn apart by a pack of wolves wasn't too bad.[/i][/color] Andrew thought to himself. Looking around he realizes the situation he was in: almost completely exposed surrounded by women and weird spirit creatures. Oh And that one creepy old dude. 
[color=fff200]"If I knew I was going to be surrounded by so many beauties I would have tidied myself up first."[/color] Andrew smirked. He fixed his hair and straightened up which subtly showed off his body that was barely hidden behind the tears of his clothing. 

Then a voice of a collective rung out from behind him. Turning around there was a wolf, but from that wolf was more than one voice. [color=fff79a]"Mr. Morgan, now is not the time for flirtations, be serious about this." [/color]
[color=fff200]"Alright alright."[/color] He spoke to this mysterious wolf figure.
Turning to the old man, Andrew remained standing and confronted the geezer. 
[color=fff200]"Alright old man let's just skip to our questions, where are we, what's with the ghost things, and where can I get a suit, mine is kind of ruined." [/color] Andrew stood over the man, trying to establish dominance, and to also see what brand his black suit was.