You slowly regain consciousness in a poorly lit room. You take some time to adjust the darkness, and that moment you notice a man sitting across from you. He is dressed in a white lab coat that bears the emblem of the Foundation. His face is inscrutable.

As you try to move your hands and legs, you feel a cold metal clasp tightly holding you down. The man clears his throat and addresses you in a detached, clinical tone, "Good morning. I believe you are aware of the reason why you are here."