You are walking down the sidewalk after another long day at college. Listening to a live news feed from your phone, it is suddenly interrupted by a breaking update.

"This just in: Another young man has gone missing in the downtown Philadelphia Area. Men between the ages of 18 and 24 are advised to travel with caution until the-" you switch off the feed and move on to youtube, tired of hearing the millionth update on that same old story. You put on one of your favorite songs and allow yourself to get lost in the music as your body autopilots its way down the familiar route back home.

Due to the music, you are unable to hear as a black van quickly rounds the corner behind you and stops just short of you. as it stops, a group of men in dark outfits and masks quickly rush out and sneak up behind you. There is no time to react before a burlap sack is thrown over your head and you are seized.

Struggle as you might, you aren't much of a match for a group of men that have clearly done this before. they make quick work of carrying you into their van and tying your arms and legs up, leaving you on the floor of the van to contemplate what the fuck just happened.

There is silence for a while. You occasionally hear hushed or garbled words from your kidnappers, but it is hard to discern given the circumstances. One thing you are sure of is that there are other victims of theirs in the van with you, at times pushing up against you or fruitlessly fighting against their restraints. On several occasions you feel the van come to a quick halt and the side door slide open before your kidnappers rush out, only to return moments later with what sounds like another struggling victim.

Eventually, there is a long silence broken only by the odd attempt by someone to break free of their bindings, these attempts are always met with what sounds like a wack on the head or a punch to the gut. After a while, the van comes to a final halt. You feel someone undo the bindings around your legs and pull you to your feet before guiding you out of the van. Outside, you receive a complete sensory overhaul as you are met with the sound of hundreds of voices shouting and countless people moving in a quick and chaotic fashion. Several times you brush against someone else or nearly fall over before your guide firmly grabs you and helps you regain your balance. You are urged forward and then suddenly prompted to stop. A moment later, the sack on your head is removed, allowing you to get a look at your surroundings for the first time.

You appear to be in a type of loading dock- like what would be seen behind a supermarket. Through the large entrances behind you, you can see dozens of black vans and trucks. Around you are hundreds of other men-some dressed in normal clothes and having their arms bound behind their backs. Others dressed in black quasi-security uniforms. No doubt these are the triggermen for whatever kidnapping operation is going on here. In front of you is a large raised platform guarded by more uniformed men armed with batons.

the mood in the warehouse, or whatever it is, is one of total chaos. Countless confused and scared voices shout over each other, several captives struggle and fight with their kidnappers and need to be held or beaten into submission, it is total calamity. The chaos only begins to subside as a wave of static noise washed over the crowd from some sort of speaker system as a guard fiddles with a standing mic at the center of the raised platform. Satisfied, he gestures to another guard, who disappears deeper into the building.

A moment later, a stern-looking woman dressed in a business suit and skirt walks out onto the platform. flanked on either side by a guard, the loud clack of her heels fights against the still waning chaos from the crowd as more men begin to shift focus to her. She approaches the mic and taps it twice before leaning forward to speak;

"Welcome, ladies, to the Feminization Academy."