The sound of metal on metal fills my ears. My head is pounding.

I can't see much, only that I'm in a metal box speeding upwards, and that I'm not alone. There's a boy lying unconscious on the floor. He looks familiar, but I can't quite place how I know him.

It's just us, and a variety of boxes and containers, all labeled WICKED.

WICKED? What the hell does that mean? Wait, why am I here. I can't remember anything, not even my name.

y/n. I hear it in my head, loud and clear. That's my name, y/n.

Everything else is blank, where I'm from, my parents, friends, family.

Family! That was it, he was my brother. What was his name? I think it starts with a T.

I continue to think until the box starts to slow down. Suddenly everything starts spinning. The next thing I know, everything goes black.