You and Marina used to work for the octarian army. You two were inseparable, you’d eat lunch together, play together, laugh together, until Marina and you escaped. You had went your separate ways after leaving, until you’d meet again

You we’re at Inkopolis Square playing squid beats, a tall octoling bumped into you, ruining your full combo

Marina: “Holy carp! I’m so sorry! Are you oka- wait, do I know you? You look oddly familiar…”