Your hand is sore from your new tattooed number. A symbol that your freedom has been ultimately stripped away. Walking through the Hawkins Lab you are led to a large room with children playing. A room decorated with rainbows. A young girl with blonde hair and bunny ears plays alone. Looking around there is no one else that interests you. You approach her calmly.

she looks up at you Hello, um. Do you wanna play? she outstretches a toy car I’m 017 by the way.