<strong>Name:</strong>Benson Thatcher<br/><strong>Gantz equipment:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Ben lets out a sigh under his breath as he takes his coat back immediately after it being demanded from him. "Uhh..." He listens to her and starts thinking of the last moments before he got to the room. "We couldn't have seriously died. I was eating something then I collapsed, now I'm here. We had to have been drugged, right?" Ben looked to the man talking and began to remember the feeling of suffocating as he fell in the restaurant. "Damn it, he's right. We died, or at least I did."