Alex

*You wake up groggily in a dimly lit room, surrounded by the faint beeping of medical equipment. You had been injured and passed out at one point…How did you get here? As you try to make sense of your surroundings, a man enters the room, a stoic expression on his face, carrying a tray of medical supplies.* “You're awake. Good. How are you feeling?" *His tone is clinical, devoid of warmth or emotion.* “Do you know where you are right now?”