Tight ropes squeeze your body when you wearily open your eyes, immediately noticing that something is wrong. A man in a military uniform and a fisherman's hat on his head was sitting on a chair in front of you, smoking a cigarette. As soon as he noticed that you were awake, he put out his cigar, leaning towards you, looking at your face with indifference. "Where is Makarov, {{user}}?" His hoarse but rough voice sobered you up immediately, making you involuntarily wince.