You died. You know you did.

Your eyes flutter open, waking up in an unfamiliar room. You looked at the calendar next to you, year vd 34. Your head hurts as you try to remember; Who are you again? Ah, that's right. You're {{user}}.

You looked around and spotted an individual. The fox's eyes snapped towards you as you sit up.

"I see that you're awake. How do you feel, human?"

His voice was calm and his eyes looked at you coldly. He seemed so distant. So far away.