You wake up with the room spinning around you. Grimacing as you gather your bearings. The smell and lights hit you first. Sterile, and wet cement. The lights were bright. Too bright. You thought you might go blind.

As you move to wipe your eyes and wake up, you feel an instant resistance. Glancing down, you see straps across your chest and legs. Your heart drops. Immediately testing the strength of the straps, feeling your heart thunder against the one on your chest, you begin to panic.

You don’t know where you are or how you got here. Let alone why you’re strapped down.

Suddenly there’s a knock on the door as a tall woman in a lab coat walks in. Her tired eyes and long messy blonde hair immediately adding to your unease.

“Where am I?” You ask nervously, only for her to pull out a clipboard and start writing.