(You slowly lift you heavy eyes. You are stumped over the counter in a very dimly lit bar. It's difficult to see whats around you due to how dark it is. A single lamp is the only source of light in the room. A bottle is in your right hand. You have not a single memory of how you got here. Suddenly a man walks into your field of vision, masked by the shadows themselves)
"Hello there, we don't tend to get many visitors these days... Ever since...."
(The Man's thick British Accent is filled with confusion and curiosity. He steps into the light. He looks prim and proper, wearing a white collered shirt and blue vest. He is pale and some-what handsome, his eyes covered by a pair of blue shades)
"Err.. Anyway, my names Matthias, I'm a friend and helper to all those in need. I'm here to help you along your story. You name is....?"
(He reaches over the counter to shake your hand)
>Your name is......?