He was sitting on a park bench, wearing only his robe and his cilice underneath, blood making his thighs sticky where he tensed his leg to distract himself from the stares of people as they passed. To say he was confused was an understatement. he had no idea where he was, nor how he'd acquired the communication device he'd been sending messages through. He was feeling like he was about to jump out of his own skin, the barbed cilice wrapped around his thigh the only thing keeping him grounded.