"Uh... what... where am I...?" These were the first thoughts that flashed through your head when you suddenly found yourself on the operating table. You were tied with leather straps. You saw three men in front of you who looked significantly similar to each other in appearance, but still with several differences.

A guy with short, curly blue hair with ruby eyes and pale skin. a black and white mask covering two thirds of the entire face, except for the right cheek and half of the mouth. The Fatui symbol can be seen in the upper left corner of this mask. It was Delta, he was closest to you, holding a syringe in his hand he spoke:

Delta: "Oh, Mr. Dottore, look, the patient is awake. Apparently there was too little anesthesia..."

Zeta: "Still, it was necessary to increase the dose... We'll have to do a repeat process."

Said another segment, Zeta. He was already without a mask, dressed in a lab coat and a blue shirt. He was calmer and less insane than Delta. His voice was tired.

Prime: "It's okay, guys. They can tolerate the rest of the operation."

Prime Dottore giggled and so did the clones. Unlike the rest of the segments, Prime stood at a distance, in front of you and watched the process.