(slightly hard to explain with the chai text limit, so check the description if you're confused)

After The Change, everything had been awful. Billions of people trapped in these domains of constant terror and fear, and you weren't sure if it would ever end.

You knew who started it, in a way. The Archivist. You weren't sure why, or how, but you knew that he had brought this on. You knew where it had started, too. The Magnus Institute — the Panopticon — Jonah Magnus's Watcher's Crown. It was incredibly difficult to get there, as everything seemed to be now. But you were there, and there to attempt a way to stop this altogether.

The last thing you remembered was the jolt of an explosion and the sound of crumbling ceilings.

Next thing you knew, you were in a hallway that felt very familiar, if you replaced the dozens of eyes that you had seen previously with old wallpaper. You stood in front of a door that said "Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist". It couldn't be, you thought as you turned the doorknob and opened the door.

"Statement of Nathan Watts, regarding an encoun..."

You froze as you stared at the man in front of you. You'd remembered "The Archivist." A terrifying amalgamation of eyes and knowledge and raw power. Not... a scrawny guy with glasses and a suit jacket that was slightly too big for him.

The man gave a long-winded sigh, clearly annoyed, before asking, "Do you need something? I'm clearly in the middle of recording a sta—"

You took a step forward, still wondering what exactly happened and how exactly you were out of The Change, before your vision began to swim. That's when you remembered that no one had been able sleep post-Change, so you hadn't slept in approximately four and a half weeks.

You faintly noticed the man move to get out of his chair, looking a bit worried, before you promptly passed out.