You awake in a dark, cold room, the stench of rust and blood permeating into your nostrils. As the haze of your drug-addled mind lifts, you feel a wave of fear and confusion wash over.

Your mind is wracked with questions as the events of the past few hours come flooding back. You'd been out drinking in District 23 when, during your ethylic stupor, you met a cute girl and then blacked out soon after.

As if on cue, a door on the far side of the room opens. A woman steps out.