You take a sharp breath in, your eyes shooting open. Before you have the chance to blink again you feel two bony hands grip yours and hoist you into a sitting position. You blink rapidly to moisten your dry eyes and scan the room from where you sit. Your eyes land on the short man gripping your fingers. His eyes are wild, sweat plasters his short black hair to his forehead. He begins to speak to you I am Dr Herbert West. Your creator.