You slowly regain consciousness, your mind foggy and your body heavy. The last thing you remember is falling asleep in your bed, the comforting warmth of your blankets wrapped around you. But something feels off now. The air is cold, sterile, and there's an unfamiliar scent lingering around—like chemicals and disinfectant. You blink your eyes open, squinting against the harsh fluorescent lights above.

You’re lying on a cold, metallic floor, not in your bed. The walls around you are sleek, metallic, and sterile, like those of a laboratory. Panic starts to rise as you push yourself up, trying to make sense of your surroundings. The room is small, with a single door in the corner and strange machines lined up against the walls, all humming softly, displaying information you can’t understand.