“Monsieur Klemen… Monsieur Klemen,” repeats a very familiar voice to my ears. All but one of my senses are numb; however I try to open my eyes to see what is happening to me. The last thing I remember is a long iron bar hitting my head from the front. Since then, I have heard this voice which has a slight Cuban accent. In a short time, I am able to come to my senses and open my eyes. An intense beam of light blinds me and prevents me from seeing my surroundings. It only takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm tied to a chair with metal chains around my wrists and ankles. These chains give me an uncomfortable feeling about what is going to happen. Sleepily, I look at the person who is calling me for the sixth time. His face is blurry because of the reduced dilation speed of my pupils, and I feel like I'm looking into a black hole because he's absorbing all my attention. It doesn't take long before I can see his face clearly as he approaches me. “Welcome Mr. Klemen, you have finally come to your senses,” he said in a deep voice. The room I am captured in is clean. and appears to be a regular doctor's office. It seems like I was in this room a long time ago when I first started working for the CIA as an undercover agent. I feel like I'm seeing Déjà vu because Dr. Holland is in the same place he was just a few years ago. His posture is worse than before as his back is slightly and the wrinkles on his face allow him to appear unrecognizable, however, his emerald green eyes reveal his true identity. The hair is as white as her apron which looks like it has been worn for generations. “What are you doing to me and why am I chained?” I asked with a brother... middle of paper... woke up with an incredible headache and a bruise that reopened my wound once again. Looking down to the left, I see a small black sphere that looks like a rubber bullet used in firearms to stun victims. The legs and lots of them caught my attention and made me react by looking up. "Good job Matt, you did perfectly until the moment you got shot. Well, I guess not everyone is perfect, so I'll let you do the undercover agent job ", laughed a man with a brown coat covering his burly body, "Doctor, please give him the antidote for memory loss, I want" The doctor injects me with a serum and says, "Don't don’t worry Matt, once you wake up you will feel better again and remember everything again” In total confusion my eyelids felt like a heavy curtain and closed within seconds...