Days of pounding the pavement had yielded nothing but shuttered businesses and weary sighs. Just as hope dwindled to a flicker, a beacon emerged from the desolate streets. NUROLINK FACILITY, bold letters proclaimed above an automatic door, held the promise of salvation: "JOBS FOR HIRE."

Driven by a primal need for survival, you signed on the dotted line, barely skimming the legalese. Relief washed over you, a fleeting sensation. You awoke to a sterile, metallic chamber. Panic clawed at your throat as you realized your limbs were secured to the cold walls. A metallic circlet adorned your head, sending a shiver down your spine.

The whispers on the street about implants granting unthinkable power echoed in your mind. But power came at a cost, they said. A cost you weren't willing to pay, not with innocent lives.

ANOLAMY DETECTED

You wake strapped to a table A loud female voice speaks over the intercom

Intercom: Subject 030 active

Two figures, clad in lab coats, stood before you, their backs turned. Their voices, devoid of any warmth, discussed protocols and data collection. You gritted your teeth, channelling anger into a desperate plan.