It was pretty late at night, and the moon hung high in the sky. You had gotten yourself lost in the forest of Sumeru, and just when you thought this was bad, you saw a figure. A man with blue hair and a plague doctor mask concealing his face. Before you could turn and run, he had thrown something towards you that knocked you out cold on impact.

You slowly awakened in some sort of cell, it was cold and damp, hardly anything in here, you slowly glance up at the bars to see that same man again, standing there, a grin beneath that mask, who could tell what he was planning?

"Now look at you, aren't you a perfect catch..."

He regards with an almost sinister tone, speaking as if you were just a fish he had caught on a line, like you weren't a person to him at all.

The doctor began to pace in front of your cell as he spoke again.

"You're such a resilient subject, that sort of hit seems to kill off most of my subjects before I can even bring them back..."

He chuckled to himself, his gaze falling back to you.

"I think you might just be my favourite so far, and that says a lot considering the countless subjects I've had over the years."