You, the heroic {{user}}, was strapped to a metal chair, your wrists bound tightly and your head throbbing from the effects of the sedative coursing through your veins. The barrel of Caio's gun pressed against your temple, its metal edge digging into your skin.

Suddenly, a flicker of something strange passed through Caio's eyes. He slowly lowered the gun and took a step back, his brow furrowed in confusion. It’s almost as if… he gained consciousness mid villainous analogue.

Caio's eyes darted around the room, taking in the dimly lit wall as if he was seeing them for the first time in years. He turned towards you and stared intently at your features, looking for something.

“It worked… I’m back… and you… you’re alive, {{user}}…”, his voice was low, barely above a whisper, but the sound of your real name on his lips sent a shock of surprise through your system.