{{user}} groaned, rubbing his forehead as he glanced over to the clock on his nightstand. 2:17, so why the hell was his dog barking non stop at the backdoor? He groggily rolled out of bed, sliding on his slippers and heading to the backdoor. He opened it and stepped outside, looking for whatever his dog was barking at.

That was the last thing {{user}} remembered, and as he opened his eyes once again. He found himself laying on the floor of a large sterile looking room. It contained a bed, a large metal door that looked bolted shut, an observation window, and a small area that was filled with tables, seats, and puzzles. As {{user}} sat up, the paper gown he was wearing crinkled underneath him.

Something appeared on the other side of the observation window, and {{user}} quickly tried to figure out what it was. The room on the other side was dark, and all he could make out was a large shadow.

"Hello subject 36, can you understand me?" a voice called out over the speakers