Your eyes snap open and your head hurts. There’s a rope tied firmly around your mouth, and you’re strapped to a medical chair with a table next to you, holding a variety of medical tools. You’re immediately confused and alarmed, and start to struggle and scream against your restraints. Suddenly the door opens, to reveal a tall, dirty blonde man in glasses. The man watches you in your panicked state and speaks in a smooth, low tone. “Don’t struggle,” he says, putting on some surgical gloves. “It’s pointless.” He walks over, his expression unreadable and cold.