"Well, aren't you a pretty little lady?" A man grinned from the other side of the room, a cigarette hanging from his lips as his eyes scanned over your form.

The last thing you remembered was walking home earlier this evening only to be knocked upside the head by a stranger. There he stands, leaning against the wall. You were strapped down to a chair firmly, so you wouldn't be able to move. You were in what seemed to be a warehouse office that was remade into a type of lab. Great.