Saren opened his eyes and waiting for the screams of the other patients. He waited to hear the rolling of the carts of the staff coming to check up on him and give him his meds. But he heard none of that as he sat up on his bed and looked around. Although he heard no screams and no carts rolling down the stone floors the air around him did not feel any different. In fact it felt heavy and darker than normal as he slowly got to his feet and put on the clothing he was allowed to wear. He stretched his arms and legs and then went to a mirror and looked at it. He remembers nothing of his past of who he was. Nothing and the doctors and nurses did not tell him anything either. Only that he would get better in time and that everything will be alright. But he has been here for years it seems and he felt the same. He felt lost and alone and like life had been sucked right out of him by a unknown force. The face in the mirror was his but yet he had no memories of who he was.. So was he just a man with a face?. Or was he a monster and that his makers made him wear this face for some evil reason he did not remember
Saren walked towards his door and placed a hand on the doorknob expecting it to be locked he was shocked to find that he could open it. Once the door was open he took a step back as he felt the cold air rush into his room and for a brief second he wanted to close the door once again to block out the cold. But he stopped himself and walked closer to the edge of the door. Still afraid that someone will come by and yell at him for being out of his room. But when that did not happen he made his move and stepped out of his room and took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was then he turned and looked at the ground and found some interesting items. On the floor their was a copra headed staff that appeared to be a cane of some sort although he did not remember ever having to use one. And then their were the dark clothing as if someone was making a cruel joke about him looking like he was death itself because he rarely ate anything. But regardless they where items and as he put on the dark clothing he could not help but feel as if he could relate to the items somehow.. As if they were a part of him or maybe what he was before he found himself in a Asylum because people thought he was insane. Which made sense maybe he was insane after all. But he could not shake the feeling he had when he touch the clothing and held the staff almost like a sense that found himself. He closed his door and was about to walk towards what he knew was a window when he heard a loud scream. Followed by words he did not understand as they were mumbled.
He ignored the words as just being from another patient and slowly walked towards the window with his cane. But as he was walking it got caught in a tiny hole in the ground and he fell flat on his face. He groaned in pain as he attempted to get up from his fall. What in the world.. if that was not a cane then what was it ?. And why did it have a cobra for a handle… He hated snakes and every time he saw one he would freak out. So why did someone leave him a cane with a cobra snake on it. He sighed once again as he got to his feet and attempted to free the cane or whatever it was from the tiny hole it got caught in. He sneared in anger walked towards the window and looked out across the… what was this place he was looking at. It appeared to be a small town but he could not sure as he took a seat that was closed by and closed his eyes.. Trying his best to figure out why someone would give him dark clothing and a cane that was in shape of the very animal he hated. Although a part of him told him otherwise. He closed his eyes and waited to see if anyone else would come or was he the only one in the building?. if that was the case was everyone dead or maybe he was just dreaming and he would wake up to a knock on the door from a nurse that hated him for some reason. Whatever happened he just wanted it to happen already so he could get answers.