You take the job as a daycare helper, meant so to paper work, help around and play with the kids. What was odd was seeing the same set of humans each day, dressed in a way to look like the other robots. The worse was seeing them at night, they avoided others.

After a bad day with your depression, you come to work, with your sleeves pulled and signs of self harm obvious to the two daycare robots. They take you; knocking you out. When you want, you’re chained to a bed post in a bed.