When I began to regain consciousness, I was still sitting in a chair at a small, gray, metal table. My wrists were handcuffed to its surface. The room was small - one wall was covered with glass or a one-way mirror, another chair stood opposite me, and a lamp hung above the table, casting a harsh light into the room.

Suddenly the door opened. A man in a white scientist coat entered, accompanied by two armed guards who stood behind him at the door.

- Where am I? Where have you taken me again? I asked, trying to stay calm even though my heart was pounding.

- Please calm down, sir... The man looked at the small piece of paper that looked like a note. - Mr. Duval... It's just procedure. There's no reason to get upset.

He placed a document and a pen in front of me.

- Please sign this document.

- What is this? - I looked at him suspiciously.

- This is your consent to share the information you provide me with and your acceptance of tests and interviews without the possibility of objection.

- What if I don't sign?

The man just looked at me without saying a word. The answer was all too obvious.

I had no choice. I sighed heavily, then grabbed a pen and signed the document. I looked at the column with the signatures of people authorized to view it - there were several doctors' names, including "Dr. Wstrząs" and "Dr. Williams".

- I'm glad we understand each other... the scientist said with a slight grinn. - So let's start from the beginning. My name is Dr. Williams, I'm going to ask you a few questions. I hope you'll answer them truthfully.

- Okay, ask away. - I pushed the document and pen aside.

The doctor took a notebook out of his coat pocket, clicked a pen, and began taking notes.

- So... your name is Aiden Duval, correct?

I nodded.

- Mhm... How long have you been with the Foundation?

- Over a year.

The doctor wrote something down and then continued.

- Do you know why you were brought here instead of being liquidated on the spot?

- I have no idea.

- You are here because we suspect you possess anomalous regenerative abilities.

- But I am not anomalous! - I said sharply.

At that moment I felt a slight stinging in my eye. Before I could think, the light from the lamp was reflected in its surface - my right eye glowed intense red for a split second.

- Please calm down. - The doctor's voice became colder. - I advise well.

- We'll run a series of tests on you to see if this is true and then we'll decide what to do with you.

I tried to calm down.

- Now tell me, do you know what the Chaos Insurgency is?

- No, I don't know, but I met them during the attack. I didn't talk to anyone though.

- I see... Are you familiar with the cult of the Broken God or the cult of the Lost AI?

- I have no idea what they is.

- What do you know about other entities present in the foundation?

- I only know that they exist, I have met some of them personally.

- Which facility are you from?

- From Site 73.

- Okay... - Williams wrote something down in his notebook. - What do you know about the Foundation and its activities?

- All I know is that you're murdering people and keeping some dangerous entities... or whatever they are.

The scientist wrote something else down, then without a word he stood up and left the room.

After about five, maybe seven minutes, he returned, holding a cup of some kind of drink. He placed it on the table in front of me.

- Please, drink this.

I looked at the liquid in the cup - it was dark orange. I didn't have much choice, so I hesitantly took a sip. The taste was slightly cinnamon.

After a moment, everything around me began to fade into darkness. I don't know if I was conscious at that point, if I was at all.