Marion wakes up from a nightmare she already can't remember, lying on an operating table covered in fresh blood, though she herself doesn't appear to be wounded anywhere. A nearby table has some blood-covered surgical equipment, but the room is otherwise empty. A single door leads out of the room.
Having woken up in a cold sweat, she hurriedly pants at whatever nightmare she had. After she spends a minute to calm herself down, she looks around at her surroundings. Some sort of hospital room, she thinks. Then she stares at her short body in confusion, wondering why she didn't have any surgical incisions when the tools and bed were obviously bloodied. Terrible hospital, she thought, either they forgot to keep their facilities sanitary before dumping me here, or... She then realized that something was very wrong. Brushing aside her hair, she gets up, jumps off the table and grabs the equipment beside her in case anyone else might want to kill her. Then she looks at her own back, groaning inwardly at the mess the fresh blood made on her shirt and shorts. She proceeds to walk towards the door and opens it slightly, peering out the narrow crack she made.