Qing Shan Long woke up with a heavy groan. His head was pounding like never before. It felt like he had drunk an entire bar's stock and then went 50 rounds of boxing vs Mike Tyson!

"Lee! Get me some water and an Asprin, please. My head is killing me" He shouted to his butler, but there came no reply. It was odd, Lee was would always wait for him with breakfast in the morning.

"Lee? Did you hear me?" He tried again, before tentatively opening his eyes. They widened greatly in surprise as he did not recognize his surroundings at all. It looked like an abandoned shed. There were two small windows on either side of the room leaking pale moonlight. He could see the abundant particles of dust floating in the air. There was a thin layer of hay on the floor. He would've thought this was a dream, were it not for the very real pain he was still feeling in his skull.

He slowly got up to check his surroundings when he fell with a startled yelp. His arms windmilled around attempting and failing miserably to find something to hold onto. With a loud crash, he knocked over some old stools and flipped a small table by accident. Rubbing his head he noticed for the first time that he was wearing some strange clothes. It was three-layered. Two tan colored robes made with a rough material along with a long blue outer one. While still rough, it was dyed with a nice color that hides its poor quality from far away. It had long and wide sleeves with a slash tying it around the waist like a belt. It was so long that a section of it reached his feet! He noticed a small pouch with some strange coins in it and a shoddy piece of jade with a string looped through it tied to his belt. it was carved with the word Long. It was murky and a dull and unpleasant color.

"What in the world..? Who would kidnap me, change my outfit, and leave me these weird things, just to leave me unattended in this shitty shack?" Qing Shan had to admit, although this wasn't his weirdest experience while getting kidnapped, it was up there in most confusing. Where were the demands of a ransom? The bragging of his rivals to take over his company? The strangely competent stalker who wanted to have their way with him. He shivered slightly at that last traumatic memory.

He had to attend quite some therapy sessions after that particular...Experience.

As he attempted to get up he came to a horrible realization. He couldn't feel his legs.