It was a feminine voice that woke him up from his slumber. He grumbling something unintelligible before peeking a bright blue eye open. The sky overhead was blurred, coming in and out of focus as he blinked. His head was aching and his stomach churned. "Dude, how much did I drink last night?" He groaned, propped himself up on his elbows. Everything was becoming clear now, the world painting itself in hues of greens and blues. Oh, I'm in a forest, he thought somberly. Wait...why am I in a forest?...WAIT! Who exactly am I? As he shifted, a rustling was heard in his pocket. He pushed his hand into the pocket of his jeans, fishing out a piece of paper. "Lyfe..." He tasted the name on his tongue before shrugging. "Sounds sexy," He smirked before turning his head to the woman beside him. She was a petite brunette with really cute dimples. Maybe she had some answers. As he opened his mouth, a flash of light hit the corner of his eyes, causing him to squint. He glanced up at his right wrist, finding it cuffed to her left one. His eyes widened. "Hey...uh, I'm sorry if I didn't call you or something, but are the handcuffs really necessary? I mean, we can talk this out, I'll buy you a burger and we can forget this happened," He said, figuring she was one of his conquest gone insane. He pushed himself up further until he was fully standing. His brows furrowed as he beheld the multitude of people cuffed and knocked out. "Okay, this just got weird..." His gaze drifted to the tiny red head as the crazy chick beside him started questioning her. He nodded his head in agreement with her question. "Is this some cult shit? I'm flattered, but I can't be sacrificed. I'm not a virgin...at least...I think I'm not." He used his left hand to scratch the back of his dreadlocks, trying to remember any details about himself. He was failing.