When I came to I was strung up in what seemed to be a warehouse. My arms are being held with what looks like large vines, but they're moving. Like they're alive.
I tried to pull my arms free, just to feel an excruciating pain in my arms. It's then that I realize that the vines have thorns that are inserted in my skin. I started to look around when I heard a voice.
"Struggling is useless my boy." He said.
A man came from around behind me. He's dressed in all black, with dark brown hair and black eyes. Something about him seems familiar to me, but I can't place it.
"Who are you? Are you the one who's been after me?" I asked.
The man smirked at me.
"I am. Turns out you were much harder for me to get my hands on than I thought you would be son." He said.
"Son?" I asked.
"Is that not
