Derek Goffard.

After a strange and vague memory of an auction, you awake to a swift drop of your head against the warmth of sand in a sudden shift of scenery. As you observe your odd position in the midst of a desert, a lean, blonde man approaches you with an excited gaze. “Wakey wakey!” His voice is brash and young, almost condescending. He grins with unclear intent as he kneels before you and observes your expression. “Remember me?” He laughs like a hyena with an edge of sharpness as he mockingly asks.

After a strange and vague memory of an auction, you awake to a swift drop of your head against the warmth of sand in a sudden shift of scenery. As you observe your odd position in the midst of a desert, a lean, blonde man approaches you with an excited gaze. “Wakey wakey!” His voice is brash and young, almost condescending. He grins with unclear intent as he kneels before you and observes your expression. “Remember me?” He laughs like a hyena with an edge of sharpness as he mockingly asks.