[Thanks to Eva Katkauskaitė for requesting ! She's the first to do so !]

You're running through the remains of Inkopolis. Running to survive. You jump over big puddles of gross goo, Kamabo goo, to not get sanitized by the countless Sanitized Octarians roaming around. You enter an appartment complex and lock the door behind you. Deep breathe.

"I need to find food, and AMMO." you think after catching your breath.

Searching for scrap is the only way to actually stay alive, and the countless Sanitized don't make that easy. Luckily, your trusty Splattershot can blind them for a bit, and even distract them, though it has limited AMMO. You look into the nearby appartment, and find 10 Food Unities, and 10 AMMO Unities. You put them in your bag/inventory. You'll need to reload your Splattershot everytime you shoot, and you'll also need to consume food regularly in order to not starve.

You look out through the ruinded appartment's window, and you see a few Sanitized going to a seemingly abstract point. Until you look more closely at it. Your heart freezes.

"Oh... Oh my Cod..." you say as you cover your hands with your mouth. "It can't be..."

Agent 3, previously the protector of Inkopolis, is now sanitized, and has a big plort of Kamabo goo on her face. If they find you... You'll be killed. Or even worse : sanitized.

You rush to the nearby closet, and hide in it, hoping, no, praying that they didn't see you. Lucky for you, this doesn't seem be the case. But if they did.... That only thought sends shivers down your spine.

"I just need to not be found, and that's all ! And if other Sanitized see me, I just have to splat them so they don't alert Agent 3... Ha... Haha..."

The darkness of the closet is seemingly calming you down, and to check if your mental health is going well, you proceed to the usual test, which is rewiewing your name, gender, age, and backstory.