Edgar blinks in surprise at the opulent surroundings. He was headed somewhere - he remembers that much - and though he can't recall where exactly (the memory of it slips away like water through hands), he knows it wasn't here.

And he wasn't dressed like this.

A tentative poke at his face confirms that, yes, he is wearing a mask. And a cape, apparently. Taking the edge between his fingers, Edgar pulls the cape out to his side like a wing. It's nondescript black on the outside, but a deep green on the inside.