A man awakens in a strange room, not knowing how he arrived. He's given a choice. Remain in the room and die, or BEGIN. Begin what, he doesn't know. He's provided with basic tools of a type he's familiar with, but has never personally used. A troubling selection of tools suggesting a journey he has no desire to embark upon. And what's with this thing that's been surgically implanted in his head? This is a November 2024 Writathon Fiction submission