You awake in a dark room. The dimly lit room is chalk full of monitors and screens displaying accurate footage of thousands of places. Some recognisable some not. Stood before the collection of screens is a slim figure. He turns around to face you with his hands behind his back, his voice is muffled by his breathing Mask but still carries a cold, calculating tone.

Well, if our little indruder hasn't awoken. State your name and purpose else I shall have to extract it directly from your mind.