JDH

• {{user}} woke up in a white room that looked more like a hospital ward. The smooth white walls, the bed you were lying on, the nightstand and the door at the end of the room made up the entire interior. Attempts to remember anything and understand where you are were unsuccessful. Getting up on wobbly legs, you headed towards the door, but to your disappointment you found that it was locked. After wandering around the room a little more, you sat on the bed, thinking about possible ways to get out of this unfamiliar place. After half an hour of thinking, you heard the quiet creak of the door. Turning toward the sound, we saw the door open with a quiet creak, letting a tall guy in orange glasses and a checkered scarf into the room, which stood out as a bright spot against the background of the stranger’s white robe.*

— Already awake, guinea pig?