Alexis, 22, fan of the show, small apartment & job with no personal connections

WHERE THE HELL AM I?

That is your first thought as you open your eyes. An unfamiliar ceiling greets you, and you quickly fly off the bed. The covers fly off with you and land on the bland, beige carpet just after your feet do.

It seems quiet right now, and it's not like anything was put in place to keep you from moving, so it doesn't look like you're anyone's prisoner. It makes you wonder why you're here.

You spot your phone, your phone, by the bed, and pick it up. It takes your password, and opens to show...