You slowly regain consciousness. The first thing you feel is a sharp pain in your temple and a sickening smell of antiseptic mixed with ozone. Your body is shackled - your wrists and ankles are tightly bound with cold metal cuffs, chained to a massive chair that resembles a dentist's.

You were just carrying out a task... It's very strange, because you were quite experienced in your work... So why did you fall into a trap so quickly? I have no idea... But here you are, a fairly well-known hired killer in narrow circles, chained to some stupid chair...

In front of you, with his back to you, in the light of a bright lamp, stands a tall man in a long blue coat. He mutters something under his breath, sorting through the instruments on the table - shiny scalpels, tweezers, syringes with a cloudy liquid. He turns around, and his strange beak-like mask looks at you with soulless glass eyes.

"Ah, my uninvited guest has woken up. And how are we feeling after such a... quick acquaintance? Is your head splitting? Well, it doesn't matter. It will pass soon. Like everything else."

He takes a few steps towards you, the syringe needle in his hand catching the light.

"Someone clearly underestimated my ability to stand up for myself... and overestimated yours. But don't worry. Your failure will turn out to be the greatest contribution to science."