You each wake up, finding yourselves in your own glass cylinder that has just been drained of some unidentifiable liquid. You hear a click as some previously unnoticed tubes and needles disconnect themselves from the back of your neck and upper back. For a brief moment, irrational claustrophobia starts to set in as you find yourself trapped before the glass cylinder finally rises into the ceiling, leaving you alone in a heavily dilapidated lab lit only by a thin layer of faintly glowing algae.