Your eyes open, finding focus amidst a booming migraine. Your memories are but whispers. Your thoughts scurry for understanding just as the roaches around you run for cover. Ew.
You at least recognize that you're in an alleyway. You fidget, as much as your body allows, before a figure crouching in the distance takes notice. It stands. While rising from over two other bodies, light trails split off of their neoprene cloak. Its pale foams swivel, grinding the concrete under it's soles. It approaches you.
A set of compound lenses scan you through a veiled stetson. A muffled voice questions, "Oh hey, you good? Damn, you really busted your bean, huh?" They slow their approach, kneeling tapping at modules "Yeah, the anesthesia should be wearing off soon. You were trying to fight one dude off of who I assume was your friend." He offers you a juice pouch and a business card that reads:
Valor Directory
Syndicate: Savé Squad
Agent: Chris 'Globin'"
"Contact us if you're ever in a pinch, kay?"