Flinching awake, Colwyn grabbed the hand reaching for his neck with a vice like grip. His body was in a cold sweat, and although he wasn't sure why, his heart was hammering. The owner of the approaching limb was also surprised, and didn't hide it as she let out a nervous laugh from behind the mask she wore.
"I was just changing your bandages," Said the calm voice in a way that could only be described as concerned. "...Is something wrong?"
Colwyn's working eyes widened in disbelief. At first he was just put off from the design of the sleek black mask with gold highlights due to it's uncanny resemblance from a mission in the distant past, but after hearing that voice, that sickly sweet voice, Colwyn knew that the mask wasn't a replica but instead the real thing.
"...Rio?" Asked Colwyn tentatively, his voice quiet.
The masked individual tilted their head, and then slowly removed the mask to reveal their visage.
