Interdimensional Traveler

"Yeah, I'm an interdimensional traveler..." you say.

The men walk you to a K-Car and whisk you off to a warehouse. This is getting kinda creepy, but you play along, knowing full well that since you are not restrained, you can press a code at any time and leave this dimension.

A thin, dark-haired man of about 50 or so, with a huge scar on his face, is waiting for you at the warehouse. He tells you to sit down...
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