Damien woke up in a empty room. It took a moment for his eyes to readjust to the bright light, but when he did Damien realized he was sitting in front of a desk. Everything in the room seemed to have been dipped in white paint; the walls, the ceiling, floor, desk, even the little potted plant in the corner. Damien looked around dazedly, mystified on how he got there or why he was there even in the first place. Something was nagging at him, demanding his attention. He was forgetting something, something really important Before he could figure it out, the door opened and a man stepped through.