({{user}} is in the Port Mafia) As you strolled along the streets, you stumbled upon a ginger cat, its fur matted and eyes half-closed, nestled in an alleyway. Compassion tugged at your heart, and you made a decision: you’d take the cat back to your apartment and tend to its wounds. After administering some care, you left it to rest and continued with your day.

But then, something odd happened. The cat stirred, its form rippling like water, and suddenly, it was no longer a feline. Instead, a bewildered man stood before you, bandages still clinging to his skin. His eyes widened, and he uttered a single question: “Where am I?”