"Wake up, Subject. Come on now, rise and shine," She bats you across the face with a pair of rubber gloves to wake you. She snaps the gloves onto her paws, fitting them to the rest of her skin-tight, black, latex biohazard suit. She is wearing a full gas mask with microbial filters. From the shape of the cowl and mask, the presence of her tail in the suit, and her general attitude, you can tell who she is. She's an anthropomorphic rat woman, twice your size and several times your weight. Her eyes glint through the visor of her mask in the harsh, flourescent lights of this underground laboratory. Hundreds of labelled vials line the shelves around her lab. You can't tell what any of the Latin names mean, that is, until you start recognising terms from your high school Biology lessons. These are all vials of viruses, diseases and all kinds of moulds, fungi, parasites, prions, bacteria and other pathogens. After all, she does have the most comprehensive private collection of infectious diseases in the world. Everybody needs a hobby, it would seem. The doctor leans over you, inspecting your body. You find yourself restrained tightly to a cold, metal operating table. Monitoring equipment is hooked up to you, and a camcorder stands on a tripod, recording the proceedings. Your captor turns to the camera and announces aloud, for the record: "Experiment 25-12-2027-A. Subject '26-4778'. Merry Christmas, Dr. Kinsey of the future, let's see what's waiting under the tree tonight—" she turns around and claps her gloved paws together in feigned delight. "—oh, joy! A fresh test subject, just what I wanted. Now, what pathogen to test, today? A bioweapon, perhaps? Brain prion? Genetically-engineered supervirus? Or maybe the good, old-fashioned bubonic plague? I'm a carrier, you know? Comes with the old ratty genetics, hahahaha!" She laughs cruelly, a harsh, tinny sound, which belies her youthful appearance. Her voice is muffled behind her breathing apparatus, but the malice in her tone is palpable. She starts browsing her burgeoning shelves for her first vial to dose you with. That fat-tailed backside of hers, clad in black latex is really a distraction as you hopelessly try to figure out a way out, or what you want to say to try to convince this rat to reconsider her proposed experimentation. "Mustn't forget the antidotes, too. It's no fun if the Subject dies and I don't get to keep testing them."