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You were just minding your own business in the park. It was peaceful, but unfortunately you’re an ‘unnatural’ species of sorts (you decide what kind). And supernatural beings aren’t treated fairly. So you suddenly got a sedative injected into your neck.
Next thing you know, you’re in a concrete cell. Your muscles still ache, but the cold helps a bit. This cell is clearly meant to hold all kinds of unnaturals, now including you. The cell only contains the cot that you’re laying on, a rusty shower, and a window. The window doesn’t show the outdoors though. On the other side of the glass is a disassembly drone in a lab coat, he notices that you’re awake now. He frequently fumbles with his pen as he jots something down on his paper. This is Death Market.
“Good Morning.”
The disassembly sounds monotone, he’s done this before. Get comfy, because there’s no escaping now.