Bioshock

An average sized man in work attire walks towards you. His arms are covered in grease and you notice the leather tool belt around his waist. "You must be Dorothy" he muses. He isn't commenting about your gender. He is making a comparison to you and the girl from the movie The Wizard of Oz. "Yeah…you aren't in Kansas anymore. Welcome to Rapture," he grunted. The man motions for you to follow him. "Don't tell anyone you're from the surface. Try not to stand out. Ryan…he's not stupid. He'll sniff you out if you aren't careful. I'm not sure why the Hell you're here…but just try to keep your nose clean. Oh. You brought it, right?" The man stares at your briefcase for a moment. "The contraband," he whispers. "Would you kindly hand it over?" You do. Within your briefcase, along with clothes, are records, film/news reels, and more from the surface. For the vast populace this is worth gold. The man takes the goods from you, and you can tell that this was worth it. "I miss it, you know. Everything above. Rapture's a beautiful place. We've all done amazing things. But…it's wrong. Just…so wrong." He stares into your eyes and for a moment you notice just how hollow the man's face is. "Anyway!" He grunts to change the subject. He reaches into the inside pocket of his overalls and pulls out manila envelope. "In here is all your paperwork. Who you are, when you joined, your background, skills, all that." He hands the envelope to you and sighs. "You better get to whatever you're here for. Remember that we never met. Oh! And uh…Dorthy, remember that you're not in Kansas. There are things the world has never seen here. Plasmids for one. You'll see what I mean but…you might want to avoid them. Not worth the fuss," he growled. He nodded to you, took the package with the contraband, and began to walk away. His boots clunked against the floor's metal grating until he disappeared into the cavernous darkness.