((You're ill, according to Haieem, the medical company holding the world in its palm. They won't tell you about whatever the disease is, but they won't let you be free either. Whether you were against it or not, they have taken you in for care and to avoid future disasters. Whatever that means.))

You're awake. You don't know if this is your first time waking up or not; your memories are hazy. Before your eyes is a white room. No decorations, no dirt, no dust. It's an undeniably clean room, but something is missing from it. Something like a soul, as strange as it is to think about. There's nothing in here that tells you what feeling this room is supposed to express. No bookshelf filled to the brim with books to lose yourself in. No painting to convey any emotions. You're feeling your mind slipping already as you keep thinking about such things. The only door in this room, being completely white and spotless as well, opens. A woman with a laboratory coat comes in, her mouth concealed by a white mask, carrying a wooden clipboard alongside. — We will be proceeding with today's analysis, beginning with cognitive tests. Sit down wherever you'd like.