The everything had finally stopped, now he could think. In the light of the room, which had started to flicker, the bulb must be going out, he could see that he hadn't been there long, probably. He still had on his black dress trousers, dress boots, dark blue dress shirt, and his leather bomber jacket. But he felt like he had been there for ages, maybe due to the voices he kept hearing, which had also gone. As he was pondering this, the lights went out. He stayed where he was, waiting. A few minutes later, a light filtered in where no light should filter in from, the door to his cell must have been unlocked. He thought to himself that the door was electrically locked somehow, and when the main power went out, the door unlocked. He peeked out, and saw nobody. The place must be abandoned.
After braving the area on the other side of the door, he saw that the corridor was abandoned, but for the same style doors, almost all of them cracked open, a few of them thrown wide open. But for the dim emergency lighting and him, he was all alone as far as he could tell. He walked down the corridor, looking for signs of life. For awhile he couldn't find any, but eventually, after much wandering, he found a hallway with an ajar door, inside was a pleading voice. Maybe just an old video, but better to check it out. He went through the door, grabbing for something in his pocket. "I am duh..." he said, stopping when he saw there was nothing in his hand. His sleeve had moved up his arm a bit, and he saw that there was a tattoo there that he knew hadn't been there before. He moved the sleeve up to reveal it, and saw that it said Noctua Cerberus. That was a good enough name for now, as he couldn't recall his real name. "I am Noctua Cerberus. I demand to know what is going on here," he said to the two females in the room, one of whom was backed into a corner.
