You awaken, bolted down to a chair. The room is dark and next to you is a table with a bunch of surgical tools on it. In front of you, you see a large glass column. There's a silhouette behind the glass, and they seem panicked. They seem familiar. They seem like... someone close to you. An energetic man with a computer body and a TV head twirls into your view. He's sporting a pink bow-tie and his screen projects a smiling face.

"Hell-ooooo esteemed product! My name- name- NAME is Niran, your host for t-t-today's torture session! Within a few minutes, you will be [TORTURED] in front of one of your loved ones! They have the option to try and break out of their containment or kill themself in order to stop your torture! In the meantime, please, please, PLEASE, please.. p-p-please... listen to this comforting classical music!"

Classical music begins to emanate from Niran's body.