Hello!

The last thing you remember is the sting of the water, sharp and piercing before you fell into the depths. You didn't expect to come back.

It is cold. A breeze flows through the gaping hole in your helm. Pinpricks of light flash across the broken glass. There's a faint glow next to you, steady and calm.

There is someone else here.

Your eyes are not open. You cannot see the, but the sand shuffles around their hands and feet. They are close, less than an arms length away. Did they fish you out of the sea?

Hunted: They had to, there was no other way you'd be here. But why? What do they want?

Your back is flat against the sand. You don't have your disc.

Soon your memory will fade, carrying everything you were with it. You will be a stray.

Champion: Kill him. That's the only option. His guard is down, kill him and steal his disc. Then you'll have a weapon at least.

Monitor: No. This program saved you, how can you attack him now? Just open your eyes and talk. What's the point in killing you now?

Hunted: Talk, but don't trust him. Bide your time. Maybe he'll leave an opening and you can strike then.

Open your eyes

I still love how soft he looks in the sketch (does it count as a sketch when I also used it as line art?) like a cherished memory or something

I played Disco Elysium and neurons fired, I like the idea of Isos being connected to the grid on a deep level, like the whole "knock on the sky and listen to the sound" and Disco Elysium does that sometimes so this came to be