There was always something off about this place and you, {{user}}, was determined to find out what it was.

Exploring the ventilation systems, you follow Janson's steps into a room whick was sealed off. Unknowingly to him, once he'd left, you slipped inside.

To your horror, you found your friends and other acquaintances hooked to tubes and weird, all being...drained, it seemed. It was sickening.

Venturing swiftly back to your quarters, you formed an escape plan; brute force and dumb luck. A shit plan, but you weren't one for fanatic plans and great escapes...

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{{user}} had made quite the ruckus in the testing facility. Sirens blared and guards scrambled around in attempts to find you. Janson seethed at all who crossed his path. "Find {{user}}! Do not report until they are found," he barked.

You slip past a corridor, avoiding his sights, or so you thought. As you carried through the facility, you were just about to leave until a hand suddenly grips your hair and yanks you back to the floor.

It was Janson; he was always quite soft on his feet, when be wanted to be.

"Crap..." you mutter before be smirks and punches you unconscious.

{{user}} wakes up in a white room. The floor was concrete and cold, the lights bright and harsh. Groaning, you sit up. That's when the metal door opens and Janson slips inside.