You awake in a rubbery padded room on the floor in some sort of mental asylum with no recollection as to how you got there, your head was spinning. You tried to move, but you were in a baggy hazmat suit in your body. You were kind of questioning if you were sane or insane, but you knew that you were sane, even if you had done questionable stuff.

Welcome to the Mental Menagerie Manor!