Steph woke up to the prickling feeling of ice and cold water splashed onto his entire body. His body jolted in his seat and he almost fell onto his face. Distraught, he gasped from the shock and scoped the room. There were masked men surrounding him.
He also noticed that they were all in the box of a moving trailer, but Steph was glued to his seat while the perpetrators stood up, surrounding him.
Out of the three that surrounded him (a fourth one was driving), the middle one swiftly pulled out a small pocket knife. Steph suddenly flinched at the sight and again, almost fell over. Instead of whatever he thought the perpetrator was going to do, the man with the knife slammed the blade into the table that lied between Steph and the three masks. The sound of metal against wood made the Warrior jolt yet again.
"He's in a complete state of terror," one muttered to the other, loud enough for all to hear. The three chuckled.
"Do you remember why you're here?" Another asked.
Steph, still confused, stared at the ground for answers. He stuttered, "I...I–"
A masked man hinted, "Look at your arm."
The Warrior slowly brought his gave to his left, finding a giant scabbed gash in his forearm. Steph immediately lost his breathe.
He gasped, "Where's Klay?"
The masks laughed, but Steph cried.
"Where is he?" tears streamed as images of a train and Klay flashed before his eyes. The pieces didn't quite fit perfectly.
(Scrapped)
