...Why is there writing on my mirror in blood?

So... this is different. 'Cause, y'know, I was kind of about to get melted by a volcano, and I'm pretty sure this isn't what the inside of a volcano looks like.

...Where am I, exactly?

And uh. Where can I get some real clothes? The bandages-and-metal thing is not so comfortable.
Got some real clothes! Okay. That's a little better.