A return...?
[ There is darkness. Nothing fancy, just a sidestreet where no one ever bothered installing streetlamps. It's a dump, mostly, trash littered everywhere, piled up into rotting heaps. Rats and other garbage dwellers reign. ]

[ Then, there is movement, and a moan. Someone unearth himself from the rubble, crawls away from the heap he was half lying on, half lying under, a hand pressed to his head. ]

Man: Owww... what the fuck happened to me?

[ As he reaches the end of the street and steps out under the streetlights, we can make out his appearance: It's K'. Only that he doesn't look in half as good a shape, the way he staggers away from the sidestreet he woke up in. ]

K': Damn... everything's blurry. Must've hit my head. Can't seem to... think straight...

[ And so he stumbles on, close to the walls, shaking his head and blinking to clear away the dizzy spell, moving ever further away from where he regained consciousness, and deeper into the city...]