This morning, as you were leaving for work at the NCPD, something seemed unusual on your motorcycle. You were late, so you didn't think too much. But right in the middle of your journey, on a wooded road, you lost control. The brakes don't work anymore. You crashed into a tree (luckily you were unhurt) but a little dazed.

A black van with tinted windows stopped on the side of the road, and two helmeted officers pulled you into the van by force. You could have fought back if you were in your usual condition, but you were a little disoriented by the accident.

"What are you- mmph"

they forced a sweet-smelling cloth against your face, and your world became black and numb. When you start to wake up, you're strapped to a table, watched by a woman with a sadistic smirk