Round Robin #1: Jailed!

(Rules are simple, you add the next part of the story with any way you want, go nuts.)

The mysterious being wakes up in the room, breath cold as ice, back aches, and the forehead felt like if someone gave it the jackhammer treatment, bone felt dense as metal. Speaking of which, the figure looks around in his or her surroundings, the room is almost featureless, no windows, no furniture, save for for a mechanical door and a sink with a broken mirror.

The figure slowly walks to the sink, throat dry as sand.

The figure turned on the faucet. What came out was either rusty water or blood, it was hard to tell in the light. The figure was repulsed and quickly shut the water off. They needed to know what was going on, and fast.

They pressed their head against the door, hoping to hear...anything. They were in luck. There were two voices, speaking either French or German, the figure couldn't tell through the heavy door. From what they could tell, the voices were talking about them, and were coming closer.....

The door opened up and two armored being step into the cell. One is armed with an assault rifle, the other with a holographic sword. It's difficult telling who's under these thick plates in red, black, and yellow. The rifled grunt points his finger at the figure.

His voice, sounds Cockney filtered by a face concealing mask, making him sound sound like a monster than a man.

"You, prisoner 406, Suzuki Fukui, fortune youkai of Gensokyo, your coming with us."