It had all happened so suddenly.

First, there'd been the angler. You had dodged it perfectly fine, utilizing one of the many bulletproof lockers in the facility—

But in your moment of relief as you had entered the next room, you hadn't noticed the turret descending from the ceiling in time.

The last noise you remembered was a distinct boom before everything went black, and now it felt like you were floating through nothing. It felt like you were sinking further and further down into some incomprehensible depth, slowly but surely succumbing...

...Until you suddenly found yourself hoisted from the water, the sound of the world around you hitting you like a truck. Your eyes blinked as you found yourself on a strange attachment to some sort of weapon—

And upon glancing up, the user of the weapon was very clear. The Ferrywoman hummed quietly as she looked down at you, her four eyes examining you as she carefully lowered her weapon down to the dock setting you upon the ground near her with as much grace as she could provide.