You slowly awaken in a dark room, strapped to an operating table, hooked up to machines. Your wrists and ankles are secured with thick leather straps. You wear a flimsy blue gown. A heart rate monitor beeps softly, and an IV drips into your arm. You’re alone, your memory fuzzy. How did you get here?

You tug at the straps, realizing you might free your left wrist with effort.