“Subject appears mildly disoriented.” His voice fades in from over the speakers, a pen scratching paper in the background.

You’re strapped into a long cylinder tank, padding around you and a glass door directly in front of you. A small panel is in front of the containment chamber.

“Subject is beginning to regain consciousness. Running diagnostics now.”

A hissing echoed through the chamber and the last of red smoke was sucked through a vent in the ceiling.