Evan... Was that his name? Evan... Evan. Evan woke up with a splitting headache, and incredibly stiff. It felt like he had just been hit by a ... what was the word? Truck? Truck. When he opened his eyes to look around, he found himself in a pure white room with bars at the entrance. That was... Odd... it felt familiar, yet completely alien. Did he-As Evan started to try to remember what happened leading up to him getting here, his headache returned at full force. "Gah!" Curling up into a ball to endure the pain, and closing his eyes to try to block out the spots that were dancing infront of them. 

When the pain subsided, he looked around again, this time examining himself, wondering why he was so stiff.

The cause was almost immediatly located, as he saw rock like spikes jutting out of his arms and legs. ... What the hell? What was this? He tried to remember again, encountering the splitting headache for a second time, though the only thing he could remember was that he was not always like this... might not have been always like this. His memories were so scrambled, and he was in so much pain from the headache that he descided to not even try to access the rest of them.

Slowly staggering to his feet, with an audiable crackling noise, Evan completely ignored the dresser as he took one shakey step after another. Making his way to the bars (for he heard some sort of commotion going on outside) with increasingly steady steps, he pounded on them. "IS ANYONE THERE?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"