You look out the windows and realize that you don't recognize any of the surroundings. You walk over to the guy you bumped and ask him where you are. He motions for you to sit in the chair and you oblige him in doing so. "So, what will it be?" he asks you. You explain that you just wanted to find out where you were. He tells you that you are home and asks you to take off your shirt. You wonder what he means by home. You take off your shirt, even though you feel that it might not be a good idea. He picks up the tattoo gun and you immediatly protest. Instead of touching you with the needle, he grabs both your shoulders. You feel something flow into them. You look in the mirror and watch as...