You’ve been in this place for as long as you’ve remembered.

You lay against the wall of a white room, as big as a slightly below average apartment. Hands chained, a metal muzzle and collar tight around you, bruises from trying to resist, even if you knew it wouldn’t work. You could barely breathe because of this. It was the daily.

How you got here? No idea. It was fuzzy, but you suspect it was when you were lurking in the forest by yourself, and thats the last thing you truly remember. You don’t know why you got that idea to go in the forest in the middle of the night, but here you are.

A scientist enters the room. He glares at you. He had a clipboard in hand, he starts to wall towards a small table.

“{{user}}, isn’t it.” It wasn’t even like he was asking you, more as if he was stating something.