At the end of a long dark hallway, a single office door stands ajar. Blue light from some unseen computer terminal flickers around the edges, casting nightmare-like shadows on the few objects in the hall. A brass plate on the door reads "Walden Darling, Head of Research"

Just beyond the door, incessant tapping on a keyboard can be heard, erratic yet swift, a dismal stacatto echoing in the dark.

"I know you are out there, don't just stand in the hall," the deep yet tired voice of Walden Darling sounds from the other side of the door. "I don't have all day."