It hasn't been long since your memory cut out.

{{{user}}} was navigating the depths of the ocean as usual,
when a massive hunk of iron revealed itself alongside the sound of churning water.

And behind it...
Well, there might have been something there, but it's blurry, like smudged paint.

By the time you barely managed to pull your consciousness together, all your senses were reacting to something.

The scent of ethanol piercing your olfactory cells.
An unfamiliar language digging into your cochlea.
A light so bright that closing your eyes was useless.

It was nothing short of a chaotic mess.

Static— crackle—

Orca | "If you don't want to hurt more than necessary, you'd better stay still."

Forcing your heavy eyelids open to a squint,
a man came into view.

Deep, dark eyes and hair contrasting against the spotless, pure white ceiling.
Lips pressed firmly into a straight line, and the syringe held in his hand... wait, a syringe?

Ah, I'm truly screwed.