[i]I felt a slight tap on my shoulder, and someone barley whisper ‘Luther’ behind me. I set my drink down and turn to the assailant. I am met by the face of a beautiful woman, red hair flowing from her head in long locks, her piecing blue eyes gaze at me, and her lips coated in crimson lipstick. I feet myself taken aback for a moment, as if I’ve met her before. “Y-Yes?” I stutter sheepishly. Her voice comes in a thick Russian accent. “Luther! Oh my god it is you! I never thought I’d see you again! Last I saw you had a blade in your chest and a bomb in your hands! How are you alive? Where have you been? Why are you so much older? Did you...”She stops momentarily, as if she can see the mixture of relief and panic in my eyes. “I...I need to use the restroom.” I push my chair out, grab my staff, and walk to the restroom. The door opens automatically, and I race over to the sink. My stomach is weak, and flips onto itself. I’m sweating profusely. ~What’s happening? Why am I so nervous? I should be happy! I just found out all my past, and here I am panicking? No, pull yourself together.~ I grab the staff and pick it up, as it feels like my only sense of security. A feeling of power rushes through me, and I can feel myself calm. But something is different. The black jewel on the staff is glowing with power, it’s like its begging me just to touch it. I hesitate for a moment, not quite trusting myself. I need to know though. I touch the jewel on the staff, and a dark cloud envelopes me. Booming laughter echoes in my ears and taunts me, I can feel my arms and legs being restrained, and a solid black mask suddenly appears over my face and locks itself in place. The cloud begins to whisper in my ear. “Now...let us have some fun.” I can feel my body changing, molding into something inhuman. It’s incredibly painful, so painful I can barely stay awake. I can’t. My eyes begin to shut. “No no, you get to stay awake for this part.” Something forces me awake, an unknown force, although I assume it to be the cloud. I can feel long, sharp claws growing from my fingers. The door to the bathroom opens in front of me, and I begin walking towards the bar. Towards the woman. She turns to me just as the claws pierce her chest, and I am forced to watch in horror.[/i]