The first thing that Sven Demur saw, breathed, tasted, and woke up to, was sand, sand, and more fuckin' sand.
He heaved as his eyes bolted open, feeling an odd twist in his neck. He was lying partially face down on a mound of sand... a beach? A sore sensation arose all around his body, preventing him from any motion temporarily. His irises took a moment to adjust to the light, his eyesight nothing but a blur. My glasses... But within a moment, his vision became clear, and he was able to see clearly, or at least, what he deemed to be 'clear vision'. When his consciousness was fully restored, he rolled over on to his back, and was met by the open sky. He felt around him, only grabbing handfuls of sand, and realized that it was reality. What... Sven slowly sat up, a slight pain roaring in his neck that caused him to grunt. He took a quick scan of his surroundings, the first things catching his attention being other people, of whom he didn't know. The hell?