A racing heart beat suddenly wakes Fausto. Confused, he looks around trying to understand where has he ended up. The general smell of death and disease filled the sterile, white room, so he must be in hospital or clinic, he wonders if he is back in Saint Christopher. He recognizes the area, sure, but he can't help but to feel like something is off. Reminiscent of being hit hard in the face by a drunken fist or a brick that was thrown at him, his head pounded with such an unbearable pain that paulsated throughout his skull with each blink. Dull pain covered his entire body, like his whole body has been broken and then put back together. He wondered who brought him here.