Who are you? That's an good question. When you realize you don't have an answer, you open your eyes & look at your unfamiliar surroundings. The first thing you notice, as it's rather hard to miss, is the van-sized mound of gray-furred blubber wedged at one end of this concrete room. It takes you a moment to even recognize the stinking, sweating mass. You think it might be someone alive, based on it moving. The blob's wheezing breaths sound desperate, but it gave no indication that it's in any distress, or even that it notices you. You're in a basement, based on the stark concrete walls, Your instincts shout at you to run, but you struggle to rise from your inclined bed. You look down & realize something, you were overly fed to morbid obesity. Escape will not be easy at your size. You want to scream. You want to cry yourself back to sleep and hope that you'll wake up somewhere nice with all of your memories intact. But you know that solves nothing. This is legit. There's a lot to process, but you need to focus on your fate.