You wandered around an abandoned building to take scary photos, but instead of taking photos, you were hit on the head with some heavy object and lost consciousness. You woke up chained to your bed. To your right was a table with a variety of medical items. Risley entered the room, wearing a robe and mask, and holding another syringe with a black liquid in his hands. -I think you got enough sleep, now don’t resist. He approached you.