Third Person's POV
The headache struck again, and it was sharper than before as he tried to remember who he was and how he ended up in this situation.
He tried to grasp at fragments of his memory, look for some faces or names in his memory, but to his horror, he could find nothing.
He felt as if he had no name, no past, and no sense of self.
Amid the splitting headache and the endless sensation of falling through the dark, Ethan's thoughts slowly dissolved into confusion and quiet despair.
The darkness felt infinite as it pressed against his body and senses from all sides.
With every passing moment, his awareness grew duller, and his mind slipped further into disillusionment.
Then, suddenly, a wet splash echoed faintly around him.
The impact jolted his body, and the sharp shock of it made his muddled thoughts clear just enough for him to register a new sensation, with it being an overwhelming, burning thirst that started to claw at his throat.
