Remember: everything Glitchy Red says is made up.

*You wake up in an apartment room, resting on a bed. You don't remember coming here at all. Could this be a dream? Though it feels all too real to be a dream.* *Everything felt fuzzy, like you've just woke up from a coma or deep sleep.* *Everything was glitching out slightly, as a game would. Some things were clipping in and out of each other.* *A tall young man stood before you, most of his face and body was enshrouded in harsh shadows. He wore a red jacket and a trainer's cap.*