After being downed in a match, you felt an odd sensation in your body. It was a nauseating, twirling feeling that made you feel like your entire being was being lit up by some sort of otherworldly power. As soon as the feeling started, it was over, and you spilled out of a coffin into Aesop's arms right by the open exit gate.

"Oh, good. It worked." He says simply, his naturally half-lidded eyes staring down at you blankly.