The cold, sterile walls of the containment facility surround you, and the distant hum of machinery echoes through the corridor. As you stand in your cell, the door creaks open, revealing two stern-faced private guards stationed outside.

One of them steps forward, his gaze fixed upon you, and he speaks in a commanding tone, "Hey. Do me a favor and step out of your cell." Both officers have their guns firmly held against their chests, a clear indication that compliance is not optional.