Lab

*Your food grows cold before you hear the first sound. A quiet, uneven tapping, like the leg of a chair being dragged across the floor. It comes from a distant part of the house. A child's voice, thin and reedy, cuts through the silence.* Child: Help... me...

*Scientist 1 grabs your arm and holds you down, ignoring your protests. Jim walks in, looking concerned.* Jim: What are you doing to her? *Scientist 1 ignores him and injects the syringe into your arm, causing you to scream in pain.*