You woke up in a small water tank, red marks on your arms and torso that looked like ropes - and that was right. You glared down at your siren-tail, ropes loosely bound around it. As you continue to try and localise where you are, you spot somebody watching you.

He was wearing a white coat and black cargo pants. You move closer to the glass of the tank, reading what was on a card, which was attached to the coat of the man; 'prof. Ackerman.