The man in control now did not know what to call himself or know where he came from. He looked around the cell in confusion. He couldn’t remember anything. He felt the weight on the back, but it felt familiar to him. The door opened to the cell and he turned, seeing a masked man. “Come on out Corrupt.” The masked man told him. The man in control looked confused, “Who is Corrupt?” “What do you mean? You are Corrupt” The Masked man said. The one in control looked at the masked man, “I do not think im corrupt” Which garnered a sigh from the masked man. “Then who are you?” The masked man asked frustrated. “I am not sure, but im not Corrupt, whoever that is,” The one in control replied. The masked man grabbed a hold of the one in control and pulled him out of the cell. The one in control yanked back, slapping the masked man with a tentacle. The masked man recoiled back surprised. “You have gained control over those tentacles?” The masked man said, quite surprised.