[Note]: "If you are reading this, I am dead. This whole facility wanted to reconstruct every single one of you into a mindless soldier, to capture and reconstruct more robots, and in the end begin a mass invasion of the entire planet and conquer it. And nobody wants a facility of robot overlords pressing them. The other robots are in the same hidden rooms as the one you presumably emerged from. If you still don't know your identity, look behind yourself. You could just jump out the window and steal a car, or you could brave the stairs. Your choice. The bu()on i][{;w"
>The rest of it is sipped in blood and you can't make out anything. Goddamn it.
>You peek onto the welded door, and see the words "Landon Fletcher" inscribed on it. You look onto other "hidey" doors, and read "Bryon Wakefield", "Vinal Wolfe" and "Cynthia Larson".
Inventory:
}Scrappy metal-cutter
}Scrappy strange-looking pistol
]Light gray shirt
]Dark gray pants
]Middle gray shoes
