[Timestamp: 7:32 AM, 16/7/2026]
The camera is facing straight ahead into what looks like an empty room with glass walls on all four sides. Something lies on the metal ground. Two hands roughly push Fia in, who was attempting to shrink into herself. An agent follows after her, picking up the thing on the ground. The camera couldn’t pick up what happened, but as the agent left, it was clear what it was: a metal shackle, its chain bolted to the ground. Fia shouts, but no noise is heard as the exit closes behind the agent. With a hiss and click, the exit locks and seals itself.
Fia turns, looking around her new enclosure. The same purple splotches on her skin seem to have spread even further, now wrapping around her neck, the majority of her upper arms, the middle of her legs, and stomach, white speckled amongst the purple-blue like stars in a galaxy. On the joints, the purple flesh seemed to be tearing apart, like the grilles of fans on technology, or warp threads on a loom.
The click of a button being pushed can be heard from behind the camera. Round openings slide open half way up the walls, and water surges into the room. No, it’s not a room—it’s a water tank. Fia, alarmed, backs off towards the camera, only to trip backwards and fall because of the chain. A laugh comes from behind the camera.
The water rises, and Fia bangs on the glass desperately, screaming and crying for escape without a sound. As the water sloshes above her knees, her stomach, her neck, and finally her head, bubbles stream out from her mouth as she continues to struggle. She keeps reaching for the top of the tank where a bit of air is left, kicking her feet and thrashing, splashing the surface of the water and gulping air when she could, but the short chain yanks her down too soon each time. Eventually, the water rises too high above her head to take another breath. A few minutes later, not even a tiny gap is left in the tank, fully filled to the ceiling with water. More quiet giggles come from behind the camera as Fia pushes against the glass, precious air escaping her mouth and nose. She even tries to pull off the chain, which of course proves futile as it’s attached to the floor.
Bobbing up and down in the water 20 minutes into the video, Fia’s purple eyes fluttered shut, battered limbs falling still. No more bubbles leave her mouth, water surely flooding into her lungs through her blue-tinged lips. She looked more like a specimen preserved in a museum than an actual person. The long “beeeeeeeeeeeeeep—” of a flatline sounded, which quickly explained the similarity.
