[@Symphoni]
The young man blinked awake as the alarm began, trying to figure out just what was going on. Despite not recognizing it, he still somehow felt that the room was kind of familiar. A couple of seconds later, he decided he was extremely grateful of that fact, as he realised that he couldn't even remember his own name.

"I guess I should just be glad I remember how to speak english..."

Taking a closer look around the room, he had to say that most of it seemed relatively normal. There was a nice big mirror, a bed, a desk, a dresser filled with clothes identical to what he was currently wearing apart from the collar around his neck, which he would concede as one of the first things to tip him off that something wasn't quite right apart from the alarms, which was obviously strange as well. There were a few other things that really sealed the deal, or wait, maybe it just counted as one thing. That thing, or those things depending on how you decided to look at it, was that no matter how he looked at it, the TV that sat in the corner of his room was just *too damn small.* The same could be said for the bookshelf, filled with novels that he was pretty sure could probably fit in the palm of his hand with little to no trouble.

And, perhaps most importantly, the [i]door[/i] into the room was maybe a little under two thirds of his height at best. No matter what he told himself, there was no way he could justify that. True, he couldn't remember anything about himself or his situation, but he was like, seventy percent sure that a [i]door[/i] would usually be tall enough for people to get through without squatting.

And then he was distracted by a loud growl. Thankfully though, the feeling that accompanied it meant that he didn't have as much to fear as something deep down in the back of his mind told him he otherwise should have.

"I'm really hungry."

Turning to the mirror, he did a quick double take as he noticed something else which he was pretty sure wasn't especially normal, in that much like the uniform he was wearing, his [i]skin[/i] also held a distinctly grey shade. He considered taking more time to ponder this latest development, which he was [i]pretty damn sure[/i] was definitely out of the ordinary, but another growl of protest from his stomach reminded him that he had a matter that may not be objectively more pressing, but certainly felt that way to him.

And so he opened the door and ducked to get through, although apparently not low enough if the sudden pain in his forehead was any indication. Thankfully though, once he'd clambered through he found himself in a nice normal-sized hallway, colored the same sterile white as his room if the flickering lights weren't playing tricks on him.

No sooner had he made it out though that he heard a woman's voice, calling out in a language he thought he recognized somewhat but couldn't quite manage to understand. The woman repeated herself a few times, before eventually switching to english to his relief.

"Yeah." He called out in response when the woman asked if anyone was around. "I'm here."

He made his way towards the area he thought the voice was coming from, before eventually finding a woman who appeared to be... well, he wasn't fully sure where she was from specifically, but he was going to take a wild guess at it being somewhere in Asia, and he noted that she was dressed pretty much exactly the same as he was, right down to the collar and red patch.

Another thing he noted was that she was *maybe* half his height at most.

"You know what?" He asked no one in particular. "This might actually explain a lot."