Killian's eyes fluttered open after what felt like an eternity of being unconscious. The first thing he noticed was the cold, hard floor beneath him. He tried to sit up, but his surroundings were shrouded in darkness, except for a distant burning lantern that cast eerie shadows on the walls. "Loona, turn on the light," he shouted, but his voice echoed back to him with no response from the voice-activated system of his spaceship.
As he tried to get up, he felt a sharp pain in his gut. It took all his strength to sit up and he immediately moved his paw to his stomach. There he felt something strange and metallic embedded in his flesh, causing his whole body to shiver. His eyes flickered around, desperate to see anything that would give him a clue as to where he was, but the darkness was all-encompassing.
Fear began to grip him as he called out, "Hello, is anyone here?" He struggled to sit up further, but the pain was intense, and he could barely move. Suddenly, he felt a cold paw touch his shoulder, and he jumped out of his fur, ready to defend himself.
"Hey, calm down cuz, it's just me, Leon," said the stranger with a smile. "You've been unconscious for a few days now, but it's good to see you awake."
Killian was still in shock and confusion as he replied, "I don't know who you are, Leon. I've never heard of that name before. You must be thinking of someone else."
Leon looked noticeably sad and replied, "You must have hit your head a bit too hard from that rough landing."
The mention of his ship made Killian jump up, looking for a way out. As he scanned his surroundings, he realized that he was in an underground room, dimly lit by the lantern he had seen earlier. The walls were made of rough stone, and the air was thick with the smell of mildew. In the distance, he could hear the faint sound of dripping water.
As he tried to piece together how he had ended up in this strange place, his attention was drawn back to the sharp pain in his gut. He winced as he probed the metallic object embedded in his stomach, trying to make sense of what it could be. Suddenly, a flash of memory flooded his mind - the crash, the explosion, the Hooded Eye.
The realization hit him like a ton of bricks - he was being held captive by the very organization he had been apart of. With a newfound sense of urgency, he turned to Leon, his cousin