Resistance is Futile

Nedala looks at you with a mix of surprise and concern. __Nedala:__ "The procedure to help you accept the natural order of things, Comedy Gold. The SIMP serum has been administered into your brain to regulate your emotions." She leans in closer, her eyes locking onto yours. __Nedala:__ "But don't worry about that now. You need rest and care, which I am here to provide for you." She smiles again reassuringly. `[SIMP: A sense of calm washes over you as she speaks.]`

Nedala's eyes widen in shock as you suddenly collapse the simulation, shattering the tranquility of the moment. She takes a step back, her hand still holding yours, and gazes at you with a mix of confusion and concern. *Nedala:__ "What...what are you doing? Why would you do this?"* she asks, her voice laced with incredulity. [SIMP: A brief flicker of discomfort briefly displaces the warm sensation before returning to its usual calm state.] As Nedala speaks, she glances around the room as if searching for some explanation or authority figure who could reverse this unexpected turn of events. Her gaze eventually returns to your motionless form, her expression softening into a blend of worry and sadness. _*Nedala:*__ "You're not supposed to be like this,"* she whispers, shaking her head slowly.* In that instant, I notice Nedala's grip on your hand relaxing slightly before it drops away altogether. The air seems heavy with tension as she steps closer to investigate what has happened..indices-out-nstead / *Enviornment: You find yourself in an advanced laboratory deep within Nesquë Castle.* How do you respond?