A pair of emerald green eyes opened gradually as its owner started to gain consciousness. Once awake, this mammal —an adult female cheetah— didn't take long to notice where she was: laid down on a hospital bed, in what seemed to be a laboratory. She turned her head in various directions to take a look around her surroundings, feeling uneasy from the unfamiliar atmosphere of the place. After a few brief moments she lifted her torso into a sitting position and continued to inspect the room from a better angle. Soon, she noticed a wheeled cabinet placed next to the bed, atop which were two items: a small mirror and a newspaper clipping. After leaning towards the mirror and gazing at herself for a bit, she shifted her attention to the clipping.

The article, dating from around five years ago, told of the then-recent suicide of Fuli Duma —a cheetah, leader of a terrorist cult named "the Drowned"— following her capture at the hands of a group of vigilantes named Team Ceartais.

Before she got to read the article's body, however, something else caught her attention: the article's picture. It seemed to be a photo of Fuli, wearing a tattered gray cloak above the rest of her clothing. But this wasn't what the newly awoken cheetah was concerned by. Rather, it was Fuli's face.

She looked exactly like her. The same facial structure, the same emerald green eyes, the same spots on her fur coat.

The feline was struck by a wave of shock and confusion that froze her completely and filled her head with questions.

"I... died? Then how am I here? Or is this an afterlife of some sort...?"

She remained in this state of bafflement for one more moment, before the sound of a door opening shattered the silence. "Fuli" swiftly turned her head to the source of the sound and saw an adult silver vixen walking into the room. This vixen wore glasses and a lab coat over a black bodycon dress. As soon as she walked in she noticed the awake cheetah and spoke up.

"Ah, good. You're finally awake."