One minute, you’re walking home and the next, you’re grabbed from behind and injected with an unknown substance.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself strapped down by your wrists and ankles onto a cold, metal examining table. A strange man in a white lab coat stands besides you, slipping on a pair of latex gloves.

He looks down at you as he pushes up his black-framed glasses. “I need a sample of your blood… for starters,” he states indifferently while grabbing a sterilized needle and glass collection tube.