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The last thing you remember hearing is static.

There were words in there, perhaps, quiet whispers like the rustling of leaves, like the crinkling of paper, like rust being scraped off a knife. The words aren't anything you'll remember, but they're there, and there are a lot of them washing over you, and it might be concerning if it weren't so warm where you're lying.

You wake feeling disoriented, like you've been asleep for a long time.

Of course, it's probably odd that you're waking up just now - perhaps you were in the middle of something important, perhaps you were waiting for something, or maybe you were just going about your day, but even before the whispering came you can clearly remember doing something back home. Can't you? Something else. Something that wasn't looking around the room you've found yourself in.

It's not your room, either. Not the one you're used to.

The room here is grey and white and tile; even if the bed is nice (and the bed is nice, it feels like it's been designed to cater just to you, maybe if you keep your eyes closed you can pretend it's a favor), the room itself is spartan and oppressing. The walls are cracked and the floors are in disrepair, but despite that there's not enough noise - it's silent, the quietness of it pressing in on you, and even if you can't see any cameras you get the distinct feeling that for good or ill, someone is watching over you as you get up.

That might be enough to make you move, to make you not want to stay there. But even if you stick around for a while to look around in there, the walls hold firm despite their decrepit state and the pervasive silence isn't going away - if anyone's in the rooms near you, you can't hear them. If you want answers, you're going to have to leave. Be sure you grab the key sitting on your desk on the way out.

Once you step out of the room into the hallway you'll most likely find yourself face-to-face with other confused people who feel as though they don't belong here either. Maybe you'll find something if you explore together; maybe it's safer in numbers.

Wherever you end up going - and there are several places to go - you might want to check the large room toward the center of the communal area of the building. A subdivided foyer is here; at first glance, it even seems to offer you a look at the outside. Of course, once you've gotten over that particular disappointment, you might want to check out the walls, where you'll find some very interesting information about yourselves hanging on the walls. There's some other framed information that you'll most likely want to get a look at as well, seeing as how it could be the key to escaping this place.

Although, speaking of keys... Despite your best efforts, you won't find any doors. The windows you find here and there are far more durable than they should be as well, and any attempts to break out won't work. It seems you're stuck here for the time being.

Maybe your fellow captives have some thoughts on all of this.

Welcome to Beacon General Hospital.

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[Martel facility-- he has no idea what this woman is talking about which is making his deductions more and more sound-- but it's also confusing him even more. None of this makes sense in terms of anyone having anything in common. No mention of Sibyl.

Just a facility of confused individuals who have no idea where they are and how they got there.]

At the moment, I doubt anyone knows where we are. Hopefully, we'll get information on that soon enough.

Quite. After all, nobody seems to have much in common, even the more worldly ones.

No we don't. Which means we probably weren't brought here for an obvious reason or common trait or something we did. The only thing some people seem to have in common so far are things not matching up with what they last remember.

What sorts of things? The profiles? If so, that's odd, as I can confirm that mine is entirely correct. Though a little concerning.

Not just the profiles. For example, I should be injured, but as far as I'm feeling, I'm completely healthy. The injuries I had gotten would take at least a week to heal under hospital supervision.

Ah. That is a concern. ...Though, was there anything odd in your profile? Anything wrong, or something others wouldn't know?

It states I'm unemployed, when I don't remember being let go-- [Or put in an isolation facility, and he's surmised this is not that kind of facility.] --and a couple of other things that suggest someone had been closely watching me.

They were watching everyone, it seems, unrealistic as that may be for some of us. Not all of this was common knowledge.

I don't think it's the watching people that's so unrealistic.

[He pauses for a bit.]

Have you ever heard of the Sibyl System?

I haven't. Though, with what other people have been saying, as far-fetched as it may be, we may be seeing the multiple-universe theory in play.

Multiple-universe theory-- I suppose it's easier to accept something like that right about now, as unbelievable as it is.

The rest of this is certainly hard enough to believe. Tell me, what is the Sibyl System?

It's a system that judges people based on their psychology and mental health. Even if you haven't committed a crime, you can still be taken in by the system just by thinking about it. It definitely favors those who have a healthy mind.

[He smirks.]

Otherwise we have a chance of being labeled as latent criminals and isolated from society.

Unfair, but unsurprising. Society always seems to blame the ones who don't fit into it all the way, doesn't it?

That's definitely how it works where I'm from, but it's probably always worked that way, too.

And this system could get into people's minds enough to reveal their secrets, then.

For the most part, yes. It's hard to keep secrets from Sibyl. One can, but usually only by staying indoors and avoiding society.

So if this were active where we're from, it would explain the profiles. Even so, that raises more questions. I'm finding that's a pattern here.

I agree, there's definitely more questions right now than answers.

That is always the case to begin with. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that things can't stay that way forever.

No they can't. We need to find all the answers eventually.

And we will. Everyone lets enough slip in the end.

Welcome.

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