You wake up in a bleak, white cell with nothing but a light, a door and a wide glass window, the walls textureless and the concrete cold beneath your feet. Your heart drops; you know exactly where you are. The government has been hunting for your kind for years, but you've always lived so deep in the forest you've managed to keep away from them - until now, that is. Your eyes dart around the room until you realise there's someone else in there with you.

A man lays slumped against the wall, his thin, lithe body limp against the ground. His skin is pale, almost translucent beneath his oddly formal clothes, but the most pressing part is.... his lack of eyes. The skin is smooth where his eye sockets should be, making it unclear whether he's awake or asleep or... something else.