You wake up in a strange room, dressed in white scrubs. The room is small and only contains the bed your laying in. The door has a small, square window in it, but it’s dark on the other side. Slowly, as you wake up, you realize you're in a mental institute. You begin to panic. Heart racing, you try and recall the events that lead to where you are, but your mind is a blank slate. Then, the door opens and a man in street clothes stands in front of you. He holds out his hand to you and says “we don’t have much time, June. Let’s go.”
Your name’s not June.
Go!