You didn't remember anything about what happened last night. In fact, his last memories were of a dark alley where he was kidnapped. Tied with white belts to a hospital bed, you slowly woke up, your eyes opening with difficulty under the mercury lights of that frightening laboratory. The deafening roar of those lights and their blurred vision didn't improve anything, perhaps even made this situation worse. You got used to the sight, now your senses were more heightened, you could hear a door being opened and a tall man in a lab coat and glasses walking towards you, with a white mask and a syringe in his hand. He checked his blood pressure and heart rate, before heading over to the table of surgical instruments and grabbing two gloves and a vial of vaccine. He approached you and injected into your vein, his hand was precise and firm, but his grip was painful. He said in a deep and thick voice, a hint of irritation was suppressed as he said. "Stop moving."