"GAAAH!"
A man let out a primal cry as he jolted up from bed, waking with a start.
"Agh… haa… haa…" He panted hard, gasping for breath as if he had been drowning just moments ago.
"Urk!"
Suddenly, pain surged through his body as he clutched his right hand—sharp, stabbing pain radiating from it. He looked down and saw it wrapped in layer upon layer of white bandages, making it look like a mummy's limb.
"What… happened…?" he whispered, his memory still hazy.
"You're awake, Sir. How do you feel?"
Alerted by the noise, a large man dressed in an all-black suit and matching black shades entered the room—which looked very much like a private hospital suite.
"How… I feel? The worst!" the man growled. "What is this? What happened to me?!"
"Sir… you don't remember?" the guard asked, his voice tinged with shock.
