York slumped against the wall, blue eyes glaring over at newest intruder. Who the fuck was this? He sneered at the remark.

"Because," he finally answered in a tight voice. "The body I’m in isn’t my original body. I’m fucking trapped in a sixteen year old styled shell instead of the mid-twenties custom shell I was in."

He gestured to the cords wrapped around him, anchoring him to the room. "At least you’re only a god damn visitor in this nightmare. Who the fuck are you?"