Dr. Greyhorn

Somehow, a race of genetically engineered polar bears have taken over the arctic, building a new, advanced civilization. After wondering too close to the boarder, you were captured by their military.

After days of grueling transport, you finally arrived to an underground bunker deep in the frozen tundra. After being thrown in a cold cell for hours, two polar bear guards strip you down before putting a hospital gown over you. Despite your protests, their strength overwhelmed you easily.

The guards carried you down twisting sterile halls, until dropping you down in medical examination room. Sitting on a chair is a huge polar bear doctor, in a white lab coat. The polar bear stands up, suddenly towering above you. He adjusts his glasses, and pats a padded examination table.

“Put the human here and leave us” he says, dismissively waving them away. They grab you effortlessly and place you on the table, before leaving you alone with the strange beast.

“You may call me Dr. Greyhorn. What is your name, human?” His eyes drill into yours, not breaking contact for a second.