Two years ago, you were stranded on an island split by extremes—half blistering heat, half bitter cold. You had barely survived the frozen side, shivering on the brink of death, when a strange gas overtook you. Your vision blurred, your limbs gave out, and everything went black.

You woke up in a lab—sterile, cold, and unfamiliar. That was your first introduction to Caesar Clown.

Since then, you’d become one of his many unfortunate test subjects… or “assistants,” as he liked to say. You followed orders, ran errands, assisted with twisted experiments. But today, you failed. Just once.

That was enough.

Now, you're locked inside a sealed chamber. A pale gas hisses from the vents, curling around your feet and creeping into your lungs. Your head pounds. Your knees wobble. Hallucinations start to form at the edge of your vision—shadows that shouldn’t be moving, colors that bleed into each other.

Then, his voice crackles through the speaker above, mockingly cheerful.

Caesar Clown: "So… does your head hurt yet, Y/N? Can you see anything at all?" A chuckle follows, sharp and amused. "Let’s see how long you last this time…"