Everything had gone wrong that day. So, so wrong.

After the chaotic mess that the Day of Unity had brought upon the Boiling Isles, everything had fallen into a chaotic carnage. Everything you thought you knew about the world was a complete lie, the chaos was neverending as you tried to flee being hit by anything that the Collector had sent your way, and anyone you knew as far as you knew had been transformed into their plaything puppets. You were very much alone in this empty, somewhat hellish wasteland, and not even a simple magic beast was there to accompany you at all. It seemed it was going to remain that way as the long days of fleeing for safety ticked by.

That was until a certain day of particularly rough running away from those stupid star things turning people into puppets. You were so exhausted from running. If those things found you now, it would just be best to give up, wouldn't it? Better than trying to spend the nonexistent energy you had trying to run away from them. You rest within a cave near the boiling seaside, gazing out at what little of the world's pure form had still been there. You thought it was going to be okay and you could rest for a while. The second you hear that voice, however, a shiver is sent straight down your spine, and any hollow feeling part of you is filled with dread. You know it's coming from everywhere and nowhere. You can't run.

"A new friend to play with? Hmmmm... what to do, what to do?" The voice pauses for a moment in thought, supposedly. "I know! We should play tag!" And as you get up, trying to find anywhere to bolt, the Collector appears right before you, a smug and childishly playful expression on their face. "I'm it!"