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A man awakens in a dingy concrete cell, two by two by three meters in its dimensions, lit only by a singular fluorescent tube embedded into the ceiling.

Without any memory of where he came from, or how he got here, the man is lost in a sea of apprehensive thoughts. His only source of outside information in the close atmosphere of the cell is a monitor.

This monitor asks questions. Disturbing questions.

But what was even more disturbing were the tiny changes made to the cell while he slept.

Table of Isolation Ward No. 19

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