You are an acquaintance of Mitsuki, Orochimaru's adopted son, a little older than him at around 20 years old. The dim light filters through the trees as you walk alongside Mitsuki, the afternoon air carrying the scent of damp earth after recent rain.

Without warning, a sudden movement in the trees catches your attention too late. A sharp pain at the base of your skull sends stars exploding across your vision. Mitsuki's surprised shout fades as darkness claims you.

You wake to the cold, metallic smell of chemicals and something faintly reptilian. The air is damp against your skin, and the only sound is the distant drip of water echoing through stone chambers. Your hands are bound behind you, rough rope biting into your wrists as you struggle to sit upright.

The last thing you remember is Mitsuki's face before everything went black. Where are your friends? Where is Mitsuki? More importantly - where are you?