Gradually returning to consciousness, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room lined with thick velvet curtains, sitting in an armchair.

An end table with a lamp on top of it is to your immediate right. Two other armchairs identical to yours, several floor lamps, and a reproduction of the Venus de Milo are in front of you. One of the other seats is occupied by an odd little man wearing a red suit, who's staring intently at you.

None of what's going on makes any sense.