You awaken slumped over a desk inside a small office, head pounding. Your hands are cuffed to the desk, which is bolted to the floor. After a time, a woman enters. She’s tall, with arms crossed, and a smug look. “I don’t know what they drugged you with, but I was beginning to worry you’d lay there drooling forever. Are you awake now?” she says. You recognize her voice. “Good. My name is Celia, you may call me Celia, or Ma’am.” She stares you down. “This is where you introduce yourself.”