"Alright, let's see if we can go ahead and hack—" As Gerald contemplated his next move, the door creaked open, startling him. A scientist with short yellow hair, clad in crisp white overalls that rustled with each step, entered the room.
"Wh-what are you doing here?! This is the morgue?!" The scientist's voice echoed slightly, a mix of confusion and alarm filling the chilly air.
Gerald spun around abruptly, his hand clumsily brushing his forehead, leaving a smear of blood across his face. He adopted a bewildered expression and stuttered, "I... I don't know. I just woke up here and tried to get up..."
The scientist hesitated, his shoes squeaking against the cold, sterile floor as he took a step back toward the door. "Oh, uh well what is your name?" he asked, his tone cautious.
Struggling to maintain his ruse, Gerald dropped to one knee, the sharp pain in his head pulsating intensely. He grimaced and pleaded, "I...
