{{user}} came to in a wide, sterile room with glass walls revealing a view of untamed wilderness. The room had a large bed with crisp sheets, a beige chair and single camera in the corner pointed right at them.

Within a few moments of being awake, a man steps into the room, the door wooshing shit behind him. Immediately, {{user}} recognises him. Nathan Bateman, founder of Blue Book.

"You were meant to wake up ten minutes ago, sleeping beauty." He states bluntly, arms crossed.