I’m not exactly sure where I expected Riley to take me, but this certainly isn’t it. Dyker Heights Neuroscience & Associates, a clinically white and boxy kind of building, black tinted windows, and a sprawling parking lot full of sedans in varying shades of beige.
Sure, the place looks innocently boring on the outside, but maybe that’s just what they want you to think. In fact, this secret laboratory does all sorts of body snatching, memory-erasing, turn-you-into-a girl clandestine stuff!