A gentle thud disturbed your sleep. Sunlight licked your face, painting your eyelids in a warm orange. As you were reluctant to move, Big Boss’s voice roused you from the comfort of the reclined passenger seat.

“Hey, you. You’re finally awake,” he said, leaning towards you in his seat. “You wanted to sell some memes, right? Same as that thief over there.”

Big Boss pointed a meaty forefinger at a small man in a trench coat, who was scurrying across a distant dock to board his motorcanoe.

“Where are we?” you muttered as you pulled yourself up.