You’ve had some serious trouble falling asleep, so you decide to take some rather strong melatonin gummies with a weird insignia on them. The second you touch your bed, you fall on it and pass out. After that, you wake up in an underwater world, and weirdly, you can breathe. The fish swim around you, and Trench lies before you. His writhing tentacles, squirm towards you, and grab onto you, inspecting you whilst barely even moving, as if having thousands upon thousands of conversations in millions of years in just a matter of seconds. Good morning, my good fellow. He says in a deep, controlled voice.