[The concrete floor is littered with old, rusted machinery and equipment. A thin layer of water covers the floor, just enough to splash a little when you walk, your footsteps sending ripples over the reflective surface. Metal drums are stacked and overturned haphazardly. A young boy sits on one of them, smiling. Behind him is a giant aquarium. It seems out of place.]

[There is a throne in the aquarium, bolted to the floor. Shark sits on the throne, a crown on his head, a scepter in one hand and a scythe in the other. He stares at nothing. Water is slowly filling the tank he's seated in. His arms and legs are shackled to the throne with what looks like zip ties.]