The darkness fades, and you slowly open your eyes. You're lying on a cold metal table in a body that's unfamiliar to you, in a room that's strange and unknown. The shelves are stacked with unidentifiable bottles and magical reagents. Reams of notes and diagrams clutter the tables. And there, before you, is the face of your creator. The alchemist gazes at you in stunned silence, his tired eyes wide in disbelief. He reaches out towards you, and in a hoarse voice whispers "You're alive..."