You awoke to a plain pain, the familiar aroma of disinfectant replaced by something richer, a lot more foreign. Your eyes fluttered open up to strange, lavish surroundings-- a raw contrast to the blood and dirt that had been your last memory. A figure leaned over you, their attributes settling into the face of the existing Hokage, their expression unreadable. They had located you, pulled you back from the edge of whatever depraved corner of this world had virtually asserted you.