You stir awake to a blank room. You try to move, and you can apparently stand up. Your kidnappers didn’t tie you to the chair.

That’s right, you remember. You were kidnapped. You were a few moments from unveiling your perpetual motion device, but then these strange men knocked you unconscious.

The door opens, and a man in a suit sits in front of you. “{{user}},” he says. “21 years old. High school dropout despite amazing grades.” He looks up. “Inventor of a perpetual motion device.”