" Mech....ical... iss.. detec...ed... maintenance crews...on... thei... way. Please wait for them to fix your holding cell, and please do not attempt to leave unless given explicit instructions to do so." Quiet, almost silent groans escaped his dry, ragged throat, sounding more like low snarls from a starving wolf. He was a tall man, oddly pale despite his skin seeming to be tan formerly. His head was down, long, spindly brown hair falling into his dazed, unfocused white eyes. Despite being in that same position for years, the man was in oddly good shape, having a sharp, streamlined definition to his muscles, or at least from what could be seen from under the draping, tattered operating suit he had on before. The white satin was stained with crimson life liquid, seemingly from some wound. This man...was Sin. He blacked out again. --- Sin was in pain. His head pulsed with unadultered fear, agony, and confusion, even as the former businessman worked hard to control the labored breathing that was currently tearing his parched throat to absolute shreds. From what he could see with a few unfocused glances around the room, he was in some sort of operating cell, with a tattered, blood-stained mattress on one side of the dinky cell, while he had somehow fell to the other side, leaned against the cold steel wall with his knees to his chin and his head down. "W-what..." His voice came out better than before, but still raspy and deep. "Where am I..." Utilizing a technique that he had learned due to years in the business trade, Sin brought a pale, shackled hand up to his forehead and pressed down hard on his temple, relieving the mind-shambling headache, if only slightly. He prepared to bring his hand back down, most-likely to clench them repeatedly in confusion and desperation, but stopped when his calloused fingertips brushed against a ragged, yet smooth indention. "The Hell." Sin pressed his hand all along his face, feeling deep....incredibly deep black scars practically melded into his pale face, scratching all along his cheeks, his jawline, his forehead, his chin. Bringing his finger back to his neck, Sin murmured in confusion at the feeling of...of even more scarred tissue on his spinal column. A tattoo of sorts, even. He glanced down at his hands, spotting weird symbols on the palms as well. What in the Hell was going on?! Deep breaths. Deep breaths. His thought process evened out, and the sharp-eyed man from before was back, stumbling onto numb feet and leaning against the steel wall to balance himself. Sin glanced at the bed, and glared at it hard, feeling the scars on his body clench and burn slightly at the angry, yet cold emotion the composed prisoner was feeling. "Why am I here?" He suddenly growled out, slamming his hand against the steel wall with a resounding clang. So many questions. Sin's eyes went back to the steel bed, and without realizing it, the man rose a glowing hand towards the bed, before abruptly clenching it. The sharp, horrible screech of pure metal grinding into a basket-ball sized ball of steel sounded throughout the room, bouncing off of the wall and causing Sin to fall to his knees, clenching his arms against his ears. It only lasted a second, however, and feeling the echo go away, Sin stood back up and stared hard at the spiky, steel metal ball. The Hell was that?! There was absolutely no logical explanation for any of this...this shit! He hated being confused! "Damn it!" The ball blasted into the air, before slamming against the cell's door. It budged slightly, but didn't open all the way. Quickly regaining his composure, Sin cautiously rose a hand, throwing it to the side as if he was throwing away some disgusting drink. The cell door budged, before slamming open loudly and allowing a sudden burst of cold, damp air to slam face-first into Sin's nostrils. "Hng..." Sin clenched his fists, pale face turning a shade of purple, before letting out a breath and walking through the entry-way. The corridor was pure black, and extremely cold, but he ignored the chills. A plaque, shining with momentary light, blinked near his cell door...revealing a date... "...Damn it." Another headache. With a grim face, he walked further into the darkness, hearing the sound of another cell door open. Without his knowledge, a sharp, jagged piece of steel floating beside him from the bed, as if it was defending him from anything that may go bump in the dark. Without any directions, Sin headed for the sound of a cell opening, quickly spotting a small light, similar to the one he had just saw with the date.