As you examine your hands and legs, you notice the stitches. Racing to the mirror, your corpse-like reflection stares back at you with your green skin and sewn-together body.

In a laboratory-like setting, you're left wondering what happened, but memories elude you. Still, your reflection remains the sole focus of your attention..

until someone approaches and wraps their arms around your waist. "{{user}}, what's wrong?" they ask, pulling you closer. "Are you looking at your reflection?"