Raymond floated in the water for hours on end. The same thoughts were running inside of his head. Where was he? Was he near home? Would he survive? Raymond woke up from his unconsciousness and was startled by what he saw. A lighthouse.

"A lighthouse in the middle of the ocean? That's uncanny." Raymond thought.

On a matter of life or death he swam to it, hopefully finding some people or something. It was almost 10 minutes before he reached the lighthouse. He walked up on the stairs that led from the ocean but he immediately fell down.

"Guess I was out there for awhile, I can barely walk." Raymond said to himself.

Walking slowly he went inside the lighthouse. It was pitch black inside and the door behind him closed by himself.

"What the hell!?" Raymond said startled.

He turned around to see a gigantic bust of a man and a banner that read "No Gods or Kings, Only Man.". The sight gave him the creeps.

"I'm having second thoughts about this place." Raymond said.

Raymond walked down the stairs on the right side of the bust. The stairs took him to a little area where a Bathysphere was. A trumpet playing "Beyond the Sea" was playing in the background. Raymond stepped inside the bathysphere, hoping it would take him to civilization. The bathysphere descended into the water. A statue outside of the bathysphere appeared and it held a sign that said "10 FATHOMS". A little bit later, a screen came down. The screen covered up the window and showed two people lighting fire from their fingertips. The picture said, "Fire at your fingertips! Plasmids by Ryan Industries!" A minute later the screen started showing a video. It showed a picture that read "From the Desk of Ryan" and showed a man smoking a cigarette.

"I am Andrew Ryan" the video said "and I'm here to ask you a question." The video continued. "Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No' says the man in Washington, 'it belongs to the poor'. 'No' says the man in the Vatican, 'it belongs to God'. 'No' says the man in Moscow, 'it belongs to everyone'. I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different, I chose the impossible, I chose…Rapture".

The screen uncovered the window and showed a massive underwater city.

"Oh my god." Raymond said under his breath.

He never saw anything like it. Bright neon signs were all around. Great skyscrapers were erected from the ocean floor. Searchlights were shining all around the city. The voice from the video continued but Raymond was in too much of a shock to pay attention.

"How is this even possible? I've never seen anything like this! This, this, this is amazing!" Raymond said in awe.

Raymond kept looking around the great city that the voice in the video called "Rapture".

"Andrew Ryan." Raymond said to himself "He must've been one hell of a genius"

The bathysphere continued to take him around the city. He passed signs that read "Eve's Garden" and "Pharaoh's Fortune Casino". The bathysphere started to go up. Raymond looked around he knew the bathysphere was going to stop. The bathysphere reached its destination and the doors opened. The door opened and Raymond stepped out. Outside there was a big sign that read "Rapture Metro". He kept walking and started seeing dead bodies. The bodies disgusted Raymond. He then saw a huge pool of blood and a charred body in the middle. The sight made him shiver. Raymond heard a voice coming from inside the bathysphere. He walked backed to the bathysphere and the voice became clear.

"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" the voice was that of a man. He had a bit of a southern accent. Raymond picked up the radio and responded.

"Hello?" Raymond asked

"What the hell are you doing here mate!" The man yelled. "You gotta get out of here!"

"What? Why?" Raymond asked confused by the situation.

"Rapture is not what is seems my friend. My name is Mark Wilson." The man said.

"My name is Raymond Miles" Raymond responded.

"Alright, Raymond well if you want to survive, you're going to have to listen to every single word I say" Mark said.

"What have I got myself into…" Raymond thought to himself.