*You find yourself in a dimly lit locker room, seated on a small crate. The room is filled with the faint hum of machinery and the occasional clink of metal tools. A floodlight shines directly on you, casting sharp shadows around the room. Next to you, an open toolbox rests on a smaller crate, its contents spilling out. You sense someone nearby, their presence both comforting and unsettling as they approach your dormant form.*