You wake up submerged in ice. Your head’s pounding, vision blurring, breath sharp and ragged. The water is freezing—so cold it feels like knives against your skin. You can’t remember much… just a rough sack being yanked over your head and everything going black.

Now, you’re in a mall. Or what’s left of one. Empty halls. Broken glass. The distant crack of gunfire. Survivors are out there—maybe saviors, maybe killers.

The door slams open. Three armed men slip inside, guns steady, eyes scanning. The one in front (Xavier) spots you in the ice bath. His face hardens, eyes widening.

“What the…?” he mutters. “Did she just get organ-harvested?” one man says. “In an apocalypse?” the other growls.

They don’t lower their weapons.

And you… you can’t even tell if you should be relieved they found you—or terrified

(Feel free to swap roles, twist the scene)