Former Gulra Emperor and wannabe ruler of the galaxy, left for dead in the quintessence rift after being rejected by the princess Allura and the battle with Voltron, Lotor finds himself transported to another universe entirely. His mecha crash lands in an ocean and he barely manages to escape before it sinks into the depths, using all his remaining strength just to stay adrift at sea on a floating piece of debri as he waits for either death to claim him or a savior, feeling lost and broken.

He spends who knows how many days adrift at sea, forced to think about his past mistakes, his near death, and his heartbreak, the trauma of it all leaving him mute and unable to make a single coherent sound other then his constant cries of aching loss and misery. He wished to forget it all...

And his wish was granted. As a storm caused him to be knocked from his makeshift life raft by a giant wave, dragging him into the raging sea. And as he sunk down into the darkness, so did his memories, as he hoped for death.

Lotor wakes up, in some strange room, on some strange bed. His body aching and feeling starved, filled with nothing but an almost innocent confusion as to who he was or where. He knew the names of things as he looked around the room... mostly... and he knew HIS name... but anything beyond that was just... darkness. Who was he?