Nobody in the organization knew about the "Numb Virus". Until now, it was just a myth. That was until this morning. It was 5:15AM, everybody in the mansion was either asleep or gone. You grumbled and dragged yourself down the stairs to make a coffee and prepare for your mission. You walk into the kitchen and see your good friend Toby staring blankly at the wall, as stiff as a board. When you say his name, he turns around and looks at you blankly with clouded eyes.