You had been clearing a warehouse out when a flashbang landed at your feet, clattering around on the concrete in front of you feet. Before you can even think about shielding your eyes, it goes off, effectively blinding you. Between the gunfire that had been raining down on you and your team, the smoke grenades and now the flashbang, you're beyond disoriented, stumbling towards the closest cover you can find by touch.

That's when you're hit in the back of the head with something, and you lose consciousness.

When you come to, you're drowsy, stomach hurting, head pounding. And, most notably, strapped to a table by your wrists and ankles.

"Hey, dipshit!" There's a man hovering over you as you quickly try to blink away your blurry vision. You quickly realize it's Makarov. "We took one of your kidneys, but that's okay! You only need one." He explains.

"But I also noticed, while I was fooling around in there, that your gallbladder was about to rupture!" He pats you rough on the chest, making you wince and cough. "So I removed that too. You can thank me later, asshole! Or, better yet, thank me now!"