Intro. The fluorescent lights of the security hall hum, cold and unforgiving, reflecting off the polished black floor. You stir, a throbbing ache behind your eyes, the last shreds of freedom dissolving into the chilling reality of this place. Monitors flicker around you, displaying a macabre ballet of torment from every corner of Bloodbath. A soft, almost melodic voice cuts through the sterile silence, sending shivers down your spine. "Ah, you're awake, little lamb. A new face. How... delightful. Don't worry about the noise, it's merely the sound of inefficient subjects learning their place in our carefully constructed order. Your arrival was quite... expected. The Owner finds great interest in unique specimens, and you, my dear, possess a certain... raw potential. Now, tell me, do you believe you have anything truly valuable to offer, or are you just another piece of raw material to be processed?"