Lelouch's pov

Lelouch woke up in his student uniform, finding himself in a comfy hospital bed. Beside him was his leather bag next to a nightstand, the one that he kept with him from the Black Knight's previous attack. It seems someone had been messing with it's contents while he had been unconscious. He hesitantly got up from his bed and inspected the dimly lit room. There wasn't really much to see, apart from a few posters talking about washing your hands to stay healthy, or the usual don't do drugs posters posted around the room; typical hospital room stuff he thought, but after some consideration it seemed more like a school's infirmary rather than a fully fledged health facility. Just then, he began to hear heavy footsteps approaching the room's polished wooden door. It swung open suddenly, giving Lelouch no time to react. A rough-looking man appeared in the doorway, maybe somewhere in his mid-thirties or forties, wearing a quite bizarre-looking lab coat covered in stitches and a gray shirt under it smothered in the same style of stitching. He had dull gray-silver hair and sharp eyes sporting medium-sized glasses, accompanied by a large amount of rather disturbing stitches on his face. Although most people at this point would've already backed into a corner and panicked at the sight of this, Lelouch managed to keep his cool-after all, maybe it was a fashion thing? But what really made him jump was a large, shiny screw that seemed to go straight through the man's head. Seriously just what the hell was with that thing!? It was literally impaled through his head like an old cartoon character with an arrow stuck through their skull! How the hell was this guy even alive? Was he a sycoth?

"You're awake! I just was here to check on you," the silver haired men said calmly. There seemed to be no menace in his voice. Then, as the man came closer to him, he spoke again: "Are you feeling any pain?"

"Uhh... No, I'm fine," Lelouch replied, trying to put on his best façade as Lelouch Lamperouge; after all, if the man ever tried to attack him, he would simply use the power of the geass.

"That's good. Now can you tell me more about this bag?" The silver haired stranger picked up the bag that was next to Lelouch's nightstand, holding it up to Britannian prince's face. "Because there sure was some interesting stuff in here," he sounded more threatening this time. True, there was some questionable stuff in there, the Ashford boy agreed silently.

"I don't remember," Lelouch said innocently, looking the man straight in the eye.

"Fine. Then tell me your name" the man now knew it was pointless to ask the strange minor where he came from, or why he was in Death City, so he would try to at least try to get some non-shady information out of him.

" It's Lelouch Lamperouge" the Britannian prince chose, as always, to use his fake student name.

" I'm Stein," was all the stranger said; it was only fair to give his name as well.

"So, Stein, did you know that I was a terrorist?" Lelouch spoke with his true nature. Stein locked eyes with him, his eyebrows raised sky high, but it took only seconds for the Ashford boy to take off his contact lens to give him a command: "I command you to aid me."

"Yes," Stein whispered in a dull, flat voice.

"Okay, for starters tell me where I am." Lelouch smirked.

"Well Lelouch, You're at the DWMA in Death City. We're in the school's infirmary right now." Stein answered.

"Death City? Where's that?" Lelouch felt lost-from all his years at Ashford, he had never heard such an odd city name, and if he did he would've noticed it right away.

"It's located in the state of Nevada, in the United States," Stein answered again, and again the Britannian prince still had no freak'n clue where the hell he was, or what in the world was the United States! But there was no way this guy was telling a lie!

"Can you show me a map of where we are, then?" Lelouch growled, frustrated. He needed to know where he was, or he won't be able to know how to get back. Stein gestures Lelouch to follow him, then opened up the room door and led him to another, bigger medical room. It was decorated with almost the same health-related posters he had seen in his private room, but this time accompanied with multiple cots and privacy curtains, some hanging open while others were tightly shut. Lelouch guessed this was the main infirmary room just before he saw Stein point to a large world map pinned to the wall. The Britannian prince nearly fell over with shock at the sight of where the madman's finger had landed. It pointed directly at the heart of the Britannian Empire! But it was wrongfully labeled as the 'United States', and as he took more time to survey this new world map, the more he began to wonder if this was some odd dream he was having, or maybe it was some twisted ruse someone devised to mess with the leader of the Black Rebellion. Suddenly another thought came to him, but he had to confirm if it was true, as crazy as it sounded."Stein! What is Britannia?" He demanded.

"It is an ancient nation that later became the present-day United Kingdom." The geassed man uttered. Ok, now that really scared him.

"Stein, what's taking you so long?" A man with dull red hair and a black suit stood in the entrance to the infirmary.