You awake in a room. Everything seems fuzzy, but you can make out that the room is relatively small and mostly beige. As the fuzzyness recedes you spot a small television, a single door, a set of drawers and various other clutter such as a mirror. You sit up slowly and stare into the mirror. Before you is a man you don't recognize. He is lightly tanned with short, brown, curly hair and grey, lifeless eyes. You check what you are wearing, you seem to be wearing a leather jacket, a red shirt and slightly green combat trousers. You stand up and notice that the room seems rather small, nonetheless you look at the set of drawers and notice a small mirror. You pick the mirror up and look in it only to be shocked at what you see behind you. Frederick Lavigne, messenger of God appears to be painted in blood on the wall next to your bed. A shiver is sent down you spine as you wonder what it means.
You sit down on the bed and contemplate what is happening, it takes you a while to realise that you have no clue where you are or even who you are! Still, you are not as frightened as you feel you should be, there is a feeling of confidence hidden somewhere in you and you draw upon it to help you through this troubling notion. There are fragments of your memory that you still have, you remember church when you were a child, learning about how Jesus saved us and so on. You never really paid any attention to it, but you remembered the few things you learnt there.
*bang* *bang*
There is a rather large thud coming from you door, there must be someone outside, although they don't seem happy.