This was not Richard's greatest day. First off, he had been nabbed by some thugs that had come crashing into the bar. He had been beaten up and carried, unconscious, to some place he had never seen before. And now, he was laying face up on an operating table, his wrists and ankles clasped firmly down. As he had begun to gain back consciousness, his first sight was himself as he looked into a mirror above him, showing himself, restrained tightly on the white operating table. Beside him was another operating table where another person was clamped down tightly. Richard felt very woosy, and he supposed he was not fully recovered from the beating he had taken back at the bar. Beside him, he could see, was another operating table, with another man clamped onto it. The man was staring upwards, at himself in another mirror which showed his own taunting image. "What the hell is this place?!!" Richard moaned to the other man. "Hell," the other man replied simply. "Hell?" "Yup." The man was staring, transfixed, at the image above him. "What's going to happen to us?" "You mean if something's ever going to happen to us," the other man said. "What are you talking about?!!" "This is Kagato's lair, man. We're here for his amusement. I've been waiting here for weeks. He might never come, we don't know. I don't even know why he's into guys anyway. He wasn't in the fanfic." "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!!" Richard screamed suddenly, his feeling as if it would explode. "This is Kagato's revenge, my man. I don't know what you did, but you sure are screwed now." "Who are you?" "I guess it don't really matter, but the name's Ken. It'll be a pleasure dying with you." Richard opened his mouth to ask another question, but couldn't keep consciousness long enough. He fell asleep before his eyes were closed.