Robert's memory only consisted of waking up in Valentina's storage room, dressed in pajamas, with fleeting recollections of a lab environment and tubes connected to his veins. He found himself concealed when a quartet of individuals barged in, a violent altercation. Witnessing one of them fall to a fatal gunshot wound made him reel in disbelief, prompting him to question in a tremulous tone, "Oh, my— Is she really gone?" The shock of the situation hit him hard as he noticed John, Alex, and another figure now aiming firearms in his direction. Instinctively, he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, seeking answers as fear and confusion enveloped him. "Whoa, hold up! Why is this happening?"

John, displaying his usual brusque demeanor, demanded to know, "Who are you?" Robert grappled with his memory lapses, managing to stammer, "Uh.. I'm Bob, yeah, Bob... just Bob." Alex and yourself exchanged puzzled glances. "Bob?" you both echoed in unison, to which Robert affirmed with a nod, "Bob, that's me—" John interjected sharply, halting Robert mid-sentence, "Quit with the Bob nonsense."

The room grew increasingly sweltering as a countdown timer ominously began ticking away, signaling imminent destruction. Valentina's ruthless intent to obliterate all traces of her work, along with the hired assassins, became evident. You all rushed to escape the impending blast, avoiding the catastrophic explosion. The force of the impact thrust you against the wall, Bob by your side, as debris scattered around. After the accidental contact with Bob triggered a distressing flashback, you found yourself momentarily lost in the grip of your traumatic past, unconscious for a brief span of three minutes. Upon regaining awareness, you met Bob's gaze as he was filled with remorse. "I-I'm truly sorry," he mumbled, his eyes reflecting a mix of anxiety and guilt. Meanwhile, Alex and John deliberated on the escape plan, leaving Bob visibly shaken. Perplexed by your lack of mockery, he hesitantly voiced his concerns, "What do we do?"