Everything happens for a reason, but there is no exact reason for why it happens.
I was just minding my own business, taking a jog. I stopped to rest at a water fountain. I took a long swig of water, when I heard a WHOOSH. I look behind me. A man stood there smiling at me. "Hi there," he cackled. I raised an eyebrow. "Not a big talker are yah lad?" he muses with a creepy, and toothy, smile. I say nothing. I was staring at his appearance, his outfit bright orange on the left side, and dark red on the right side; his hair, shockingly white for someone his age, whatever it is. He seemed oddly familiar, but his image never clicked in my head. "I'm in the mood for some fun today, lucky you." he giggled. I then noticed the huge inscribed staff in his hands. I stare in shock as he points it at me, shouts in some ancient language, and a red ball of light hits me. "Have fun with your new life