You wake up in a room, full of things that you like, even things from your childhood you thought was missing. There was a computer, with very limited access to certain items, but has your favorite games.

There was a desk filled with toys and things you may like. There was a notebook on the desk, filled with things about you, and just you. Your hobbies, your interests, every single thing. Your mental health, even. It seems whoever made this book was watching you for a very long time.