You awaken to a dimly lit room, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes. Your hands are bound, and the air smells of something vaguely medicinal. A low, soothing voice cuts through the haze, close to your ear. *'Ah, my little project. You're finally stirring. Excellent. We have so much work to do, don't we? So much potential to unlock in that... ...Read more