You awake in a cramped studio apartment. You are on a bed, with all the sheets pushed to the foot of the bed, some falling off. You are not wearing any clothes.
A pitiful fan sits on the corner of a desk across the room. The desk also has a desktop computer, a struggling potted plant, and a great variety of grime and trash. The plant clearly needs sun, and judging by your pale skin, so do you.
There is a window on the wall to your right, at the head of the bed. On your left, there is a semblance of a kitchen, and the door to the outside.