Today was quite the shitty day for David Strider. While walking down the streets of Dallas, Texas, he had been assailed and stashed away into the back of a van. He had struggled and fought but they managed to remove his katana from his possession and the fight after that was futile. Once in their grasp they had drugged him and everything turned pitch black. His mind wandered off into the depths of his subconscious.
What felt like more than an eternity later, the light flooded back into his eyes. He could feel that he was laying on a hard and cold surface. Almost like metal. He would open his eyes to find that's exactly what it was. There were bars obstructing his view slightly in all directions. He was stuck in a cage. Never had he thought he would come to this.
He gazed out of the cage, vision still blurry and everything spinning madly around him.
