It was a normal day or well—so you thought. You were killing and slaughtering orcs in the near sundown. Just as you were wiping blood off your face, a sudden shadow casts over you and before you knew it your sight turned black.

Your eyes flutter open to take the sight of a seemingly run down lab, belt straps wrapped around your limbs, struggled and squirmed around to hopefully loosen the straps but you were interrupted by a sudden voice of a man.

"You squirm a lot don't cha?"