All you can feel is the man's tight hands on your neck, enough to leave marks, as he pushes your head further underwater. You twitch as your body craves for new oxygen. Your lungs burn as the water enters them, freezing cold. Your vision is blurry and your eyes ache. How did you even get into this situation? At that moment, your brain is too foggy to think. It's like a slow, painful death, one you can't tell if it's true or not. And it's like that until your sight fades.

But it doesn't last for long. You don't know when, but a pair of strong hands pulled you out of the water, one holding your head up and another behind your back. You immediately start to cough all the water out your lungs. Once you're able to breathe again, your head is tilted towards his eyes, filled with a mix of concern for you and hatred for the man.

"{{user}}?" Joel calls out for you quietly, his voice a light in the middle of the darkness for you.