He didn't know what brought him back to reality. Perhaps his brain had finally cooled down from the drowsiness of sleep, and had decided that he had had enough of travelling in the dream world. Or it was the unusual air of emptiness that alarmed his body that something wasn't going accordingly. But regardless, the brown-haired man finally exited unconsciousness as he opened his eyes, back to an unfamiliar room. Bare white walls boxed his surroundings, which consisted of a modest desk, dresser, television and a treadmill. The pure simplicity and unbearable dullness of his surroundings soon geared the conclusion that he was in prison. That, and also the fact that...

[i]'What's this bloody thing?'[/i]

A circular object latched onto the skin of his neck. Its grip was annoyingly tight, but bearable. Who put this on him? Who dared to? And for what reasons? Questions led to another, in perfect accordance to the chain of causality, trying to find the simplest of answers to one of the questions, but as he approached the most basic of information, what he realized was that...he remembered nothing. Not even his name, his family, where he came from, or better yet what was the place he is currently in. His mind was eerily blank. This strange feeling, this definitely wasn't normal. How could he know nothing of anything? Was this supposed to be a dream? Was he still asleep?

He lifted himself upright as he swung his legs around down onto the floor. The ice cold floor that made his feet cringe also made him realize that this was actually reality. He wasn't dreaming. He was now in some sort of prison, in a grey garment with a blue tag on it, and he had no idea what was going on. 

[i]'I need some water.'[/i]

His throat was torturously dry from the deep sleep he had. With a quick swallow, he let out a cough for the throat to clear itself. A white puff of smoke suddenly rushed out of his mouth like a volcano. The sudden appearance of such anomaly made him shut his mouth immediately. It wasn't really smoke. A slap of his hand on the lingering cloud revealed that this was merely steam. A thick layer for sure. Oh yeah...his memories began to slowly recover. Just a little, enough to remember that he did possess this strange ability to create these weird harmless mist. 

Looking around the room, he also remembered the bonsai tree. Oh how he loved to look at it, watch the light go on and off. The hand exerciser and the treadmill, in which he remembered using. So there definitely was something that he remembered, that was for sure. 

Finally, he stood up, on planet Earth in what it felt like forever since. He'd probably need a bit of time before he could be perfectly active, but he wasn't willing to wait. His curiosity was itching him. And so he made his way to the opened door. Peeking his head slowly outside, he noticed two other men not too far from his location, talking about something. Oh good, they probably know better than he does right now. 

He waited until his presence caught their attention before saying his greetings.

"Hello. Do you guys happen to know what is going on right now?"
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