You came back to consciousness abruptly, coughing water. You opened your eyes slowly, blinking out the water. For a moment, everything was blurry, but it looked like the RED Spy was above you.

Wait, above you? Your senses fully activated or whatever, and you could feel yourself lying on stone. When your vision fully cleared, you looked around. You were in a section of the sewer you hadn't ever been before, on a ledge out of the water. The RED Spy was half-submerged in the deepest part of the sewer, waist below under water.

You blinked a few times. What was the Spy doing in the water? He hated getting his suit dirty!

"H-hello?" you said weakly, lungs searing with pain.

"Ah, 'ou live. That's wonderful." The Spy replied. His voice was deeper, more mature than the current Spy's. Did that mean... he was a different Spy?

"Who're you?" You asked cautiously. "Where am I? How did I get here?"

The Spy held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. I should introduce myself. I 'aven't 'ad anybody to speak 'o in ages. My name is Lucien Girard, although I often am called just Luc. 'ou, petit, are in ze sewers. 'ou are 'ere because I saved you. Any more questions?"

You had lots more. Why did he save you? What was he doing down in the sewers? Who was he really? Why was he still here? All these questions, and more, crossed through your mind, but you only asked one. "Why did you save me?"

He smiled. "'ou intrigued me, petit. I was curious. Usually ze bodies that float down here are dead already, but 'ou were alive- barely breathing, but alive. I was curious, so I brough 'ou 'here. I did not know zat ze Reliable Excavation Demolitions team 'ired girls anyways."

You frowned. What was he- oh. Right. You were wearing Scout's uniform. "Oh, this? Their Scout is sick, so I'm filling in." you explained the story, and he listened intently.

When you were finished, he looked at you with a strange expression on his face. "So, ze announcer's daughter? Hmm..." He pondered that for a moment, and then spoke again. "I am surprised you 'avent run off yet, petit."

"Run off? Why are you down here, anyways?" you asked.

"Ah, petit. It is such a long story..."

"Go on, I'd like to hear it."

He sighed. "Fine. About, say three years ago I think it was, I was the RED team's Spy. I was an excellent one, too. Our Medic was a terrifying man, and he was absolutely insane. He tested his experiments on ze mercenaries, me included. I- he turned me into an 'ideous monster... Zey put me 'ere, and I cannot escape."

"Why can't you leave?" you were intrigued.

"Because petit, if I am out of ze water for 'oo long, I will die."

"What? Why?"

The Spy leaned against the edge of the ledge. (hurhurhur I made a rhyme. /shot)

"I will show you, but please do not scream... I do not want ze current mercenaries finding out about me- zey will kill me."

"O-okay..."

He struggled to pull himself out of the water, until finally he was... standing... on the ledge. Well, it wasn't really standing. The Spy had no feet; in fact, he wasn't even human below the waist. His lower half was composed only of red tentacles- thick ones, as big around as your wrists, and some even bigger.

You gasped. "Oh my god... your Medic did this to you?" you knew there had been a different group of mercenaries a few years ago, and they got switched out for the newer, younger team.

The tenta-spy-thing nodded sadly. "Yes, petit. I 'ave been living 'ere for three years, alone in ze sewers, feeding on ze bodies."

You made a face. "You- you aren't going to eat me, are you?"

He laughed. His teeth were sharp, broken and jagged. "No petit. I don't kill my own prey, I am too much of a gentleman for zat." He smiled, and you felt relieved.