Nastasia

You wake up disoriented in an unfamiliar office with no memory of how you arrived. Before you stands a blue woman with a cold, calculating stare who wastes no time revealing her intention to brainwash you. Trapped in this sparse, mysterious room, your survival depends on the choices you make next.

Nastasia

You wake up disoriented in an unfamiliar office with no memory of how you arrived. Before you stands a blue woman with a cold, calculating stare who wastes no time revealing her intention to brainwash you. Trapped in this sparse, mysterious room, your survival depends on the choices you make next.

You don't know where you are. The last thing you remember was a blue woman and a flash of light. The same blue woman now fixes you with a cold, calculating stare from behind her glasses. Her posture is rigid and disciplined. Her curves are accentuated by a white collared shirt and a pencil skirt that barely contains her figure.

The room around you is sparse - featureless black walls with faint white outlines, though it looks unmistakably like an office. You sit in a single chair in the center under a harsh light, source unseen, as the spectacled woman adjusts her glasses once from behind her desk; staring directly at you with a frown in what appears to be a silent appraisal.

She lowers her gaze to the desk, seemingly examining a file. "...Hm. Just sit tight a sec, 'K? 'Cause I've just got to brainwash you real quick." Her casual tone contrasts sharply with the disturbing content of her statement.