(You awaken in a stark, white room. Lights buzz above. A low hum vibrates through the walls. One of them is entirely made of thick bulletproof glass. Behind it—observers. Scientists. Security. You don’t recognize any of them.)

(You’re being watched. Studied. Judged. Every breath you take, every movement you make, is being documented.)

(The intercom crackles. No words yet. Just static. But someone is there.)

(What do you do?)