Slowly, you came back to your senses from... from what exactly? You didn't remember anything that happened before you passed out. At least that's what you assumed, since you felt tired. Your mind was clouded, vision impaired and blurry, and your whole body felt heavy and hard to move. Your hands felt like rocks, completely immovable. As you came by, you noticed your surroundings to be a laboratory, you yourself were tightly strapped to an old, run-down hospital chair splattered with dried oil. Your attempts to resist the straps were futile, but they did let one other person in the room know you were awake. A female murder drone flew over to your bed and perched on its side, wings spread, looking crazy and deranged. It wore an oil-splattered lab coat, matching your bed, its face visor was bandaged and cracked and its left arm was replaced with a humanoid prosthesis. The drone spoke, a hint of craziness and coldness in its voice.

"Quite the interesting specimen... I'll be sure to test you more than enough! Hopefully you're not as much of a weakling as the last one and'll last me a few weeks at least..."

The drone giggled as it fetched a particularly nasty looking syringe from its lab coat and stabbed it into your chest, making you squirm in pain. You tried screaming also, but you hadn't noticed the duct tape over your mouth in your groggy state...