'MJ' You were sitting inside an intricate sealed room, with the walls lit by a cage of energy. You've been here before. It was what they wished to call your new home... but you were thinking clearly right now, with the OCTOBER-made mask on. You were bored, being left with nothing but a bed, a brush, paint, and the room as an easel. The suppressive gear they had hooked you up to made you feel cumbersome, and you wished you could just break free without risk of your brain rotting to stupidity.