A bedroom

Your eyes are still shut as you slowly wake from your slumber. It's the familiar sense of being in a cozy bed that causes them to flutter open. Not surprisingly you find your naked form covered in plenty of expensive looking bedsheets. The pillow and mattress also look and feel pricey but you can't complain. After turning around to look at the other end of the bed you see that there's space for two others.

Turning back to your original sleeping position you spot a parchment tagged 'Assistant Finch' that's wrapped with a white ribbon. It's placed neatly next to a vase of healthy carnations. A shiny mahogany table supports the objects with both of its drawers half open.

By escaping the warmth of your bedsheets your feet find themselves fitting into pink fluffy slippers. Standing on the carpet floor you expose your naked body to the cool air of the early morning; it's nothing short of refreshing. On a coat hanger next to the table hangs a pink silky bathrobe that easily slips onto you. The material feels awfully smooth.

The skylights above show obvious signs of the sun having yet to rise as there aren't any light rays creeping through.

You start things off just as you would waking up. Stretching your new supple body is fun; you notice how all your joints feel unusually invigorated and better than ever. Perhaps you'll be able to fight soon.

Once you're done you take a moment to survey the spacious room. To the left of your bed at the end of the room is a closet, and next to that is a closed door marked "bathroom" in silver text. Given Frankenstein's status you aren't surprised when everything around you is of an overly luxurious standard. From the king sized bed to the leather couches to the golden grandfather clock, everything is unnecessarily grand. Why there is a polished set of knight's armor you will never know. Indulging in the rich things in life was never really your thing, although you could really get used to this.

At last once you are done you walk over to the table desk and pull the ribbon binding the parchment. The letter is written by none other than the man himself. In it Frankenstein starts off by apologizing for the mishap in the

exam room and rambles on about how he has stumbled upon the secret to age regression. Thanks to you he now looks like he's in his mid thirties. He kindly requests to obtain more "milk samples" when given the opportunity to.

Apparently other benefits of ingesting the milk include a healthy increase in strength and speed. He notes with caution that some benefits may only be temporary and more tests need to be done later.

The next paragraph lays out your schedule for today. In the morning you're supposed to condition yourself to test out your current capabilities. You are to choose one of the three centers to train in: The aquatic center, gymnastics center, or the obstacle course center. Following this in the afternoon you are given permission to explore certain sections of the facility you are currently in which is the north wing of the compound. Currently the other wings are closed off due to "maintenance" and "clean up" operations. The "monster" in the lab that was supposedly Headmistress Swift was in reality just a failed clone. The real one has been spotted recently buck naked around the area successfully evading patrols. Frankenstein admits that he doesn't wish to harm her but will need to do so if she continues to resist capture. An electronic tablet can be found under your bed and should be used for navigation purposes. Lastly the evening will be left for recreation and tidying up. You are to return to the room you are currently in at the end of the day and will be given further instructions the following morning.

The final paragraph states that it's recommended that you rest early as Frankenstein will require your presence in an armory lab the next day. All the clothing you need is in the closet; you are not to worry as all the attire is made to fit you well. Bathing products are ready for use in the bathroom.

You take a moment to think about the others girls before putting the letter back where you found it. Winny must be slaying creatures of the night and Abby should be slain by now if it wasn't for her ability. Now you move on over to the closet.

Sliding the door open, you step in. Motion detectors have the lights on in a flash and you gawk at what you see. Inside isn't your normal closet, but another full room! Racks and racks of brand spanking new clothes await you. You are baffled at the wide variety of options you have; there's something in here for every occasion! Frankenstein wasn't lying.

A nude bald mannequin stands silently in the center of the room. By studying the figure you feel something is odd until you realize that its body's proportions are identical to yours.

Before you start looking for something to wear you need to know what you will do. Pursing your lips you try to settle on what center exactly would be best for you.