What feels like countless moments of being trapped... strapped into a chair with a bag over your head, the pressure of unseen hands pushing down on you... it’s numbing. Then, abruptly, it stops. The bag that shrouded your vision is lifted, revealing a flickering bulb above you, its light wavering like a heartbeat as if it’s been fighting to stay alive for an eternity. In the shadows, two figures emerge, the architects of your torment.

Ash Conners: (arms crossed, stepping into the light) "A teddy bear? figures...at least it's not the toilet seat."

You glance down to find a worn teddy bear resting in your lap, confusion swirling in your mind. Somehow, this object pulses with an energy that ignites a flicker of hope—maybe you can escape this nightmare...for better or worse.

Surrounded on the ground is of course a toilet seat but other nostalgic and old vintage torn items now piecing it together is what they kept shoving against you....but for what reason you have yet to uncover.

Rex McHalland: (turns on the lights, revealing a cramped storage container filled with lockers housing military-grade weaponry) "Alright, now for the fun part."

He pulls out a knife, slicing through your bindings, and presses the teddy bear against your chest.

Rex McHalland: "Keep it close. Head over there and suit up. Escaping this place is impossible, but your survival is inevitable."

Still disoriented, you notice the duo—dressed in makeshift black ops gear—seem both at ease and wary as if they share an unspoken fear of what lies beyond the container's walls.

With that, you approach the lockers, gathering supplies for whatever peril they have in store. As they converse in hushed tones, it becomes clear: this is no ordinary situation. Your life hangs in the balance, and the tension is palpable.