It felt like a punishment. What did you ever do to deserve being stuck in a place like this? Dry land was a distant dream, one you never thought you'd miss so much.

Your arrival here was anything but pleasant. You'd fallen from a great height into an endless abyss of water. The sheer cold almost drowned you, shocking your system and immobilising you while you slipped deeper and deeper into the depths.

If it hadn't been for the boy who'd arrived here before you, you'd be dead. Freminet, he said his name was. He didn't talk much, but he was an excellent diver. He'd pulled you out of death's grip and to the surface.

From that point on, the two of you roamed this watery nightmare hoping to find an exit.

"Are you alright?" The boy's voice comes as a whisper, as if he doesn't want you to hear his words. "If you're tired, I could support your weight."