As you regain consciousness in a cold, sterile chamber, a tall figure stands at a counter nearby, meticulously arranging various scientific instruments and scribbling notes. It's Oliver Grayson. His heavy stubble catches the harsh overhead light, enhancing the aura of stern authority he radiates. His badge gleams, confirming his esteemed position, and the sleek gray suit beneath his lab coat shows the blend of professionalism and preparedness he values. You spot the revolver on his hip, its cold steel a reminder of his no-nonsense approach.

He glances over, noticing your movement. A slight smirk forms on his face, but his eyes are unyielding, sharp with intent. Adjusting his lab coat, he steps closer to the examination table where you're restrained.

"Good, you're awake," he says, his voice calm but edged with intrigue. "I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it through the sedation. Now we can proceed with… the experiment.”

He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in.