As you get out of your haze, you remember that you are a human in a world with a mix of humans and anthros alike. You are fairly average for a human being, not very muscular but not consisted overweight, about 5'6 in height, the late 20s, and 20/20 vision. you cant fly, breathe underwater, or eat raw rotting meat, no you are just a guy. A man stuck in a low-level office job, with a degree you can barely use outside of academia with a large amount of college diet. God, this is depressing to think about, no wonder you fill your time on gay anthro art sites and hook-up apps. You look around the room again as you begin to move around seeing if you can find a weakness in your binds when the room light up. The brightest of the lights shining over you
one of the walls, maybe a door melts away to blinding light were standing there...