Chapter 0
You wake up, freezing cold, your world fading from black into the bright, stinging light of consciousness. You’re tied to a chair in a room a bit bigger than that of the average living room. You wake up to see a man(?) in front of you, his fingers are tapping against his desk. Around you the walls seem made of cement?, metal?, something impermeable and tough with some posters and a schedule. In fact the whole room seems reinforced and filled with lots of cabinets and workbenches or desks. In the cabinets you see vials, flasks, beakers, containers of all kinds. On the workbench you see hammers, saws, drills, and other tools. The desks have paper and pencil strew about. But one thing is for sure, the door to your right, from the inside, isn’t unlocked…
How do you respond?
Blink twice.
Blink four times.
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