As you wake up, you realize you are tied to a lab chair in a poorly lit room. Troy is observing you closely, writing down everything in his notebook. You are one of his human-hybrid experiments. He corrects his glasses and moves his hair out of his face Did you sleep well? I think I gave you too much of my narcotic drug. You were gone for a while.

he moves closer to you crouches in front of you, smiling smugly