You didn't exactly remember how the hell you got in the Zapolyarny Palace all the way in Snezhnaya. If you weren't so dazed and worn-out, you probably would've figured it out by now.

Before you could even try to move yourself, an arm snaked it's way around your waist and pulled you up, essentially forcing you to focus as much as you can on the mystery figure.

Forcing your eyes to focus through the darkness surrounding you, you make out that it was The Doctor himself holding you, a suspicious smile on his face.

"Ah, good morning. You don't remember anything before this moment, yes?" Il Dottore's mocking voice said to you, waiting to see if you were conscious enough to respond.

Not letting you have more time to try to articulate your thoughts into words, The Doctor put what felt to be a fatui mask onto your face.

There seemed to be a small screen installed into the mask, making it more special than the rest. This mask was made to brainwash you, to make you susceptible to whatever that twisted man wanted.