The room was nothing but a small cubical, the walls a plain bright sterilized hospital white. One of the walls was made of thick bullet proof glass that shown a hallway in the same white as the room. There was no door visible to the naked eye, and the only thing in the room was a medical table holding a young girl down with thick chains.

Her face held a calmness to it, as if asleep, and was framed by long blond hair. Her skin was pale as paper from lack of sunlight, her body was the shape of an athlete's. She wore a plain black shirt and shorts, her feet were bare and around her kneck was a metal color.

Something underneath her back gleamed in the flourescent lights as she shifted, her face slightly scrunching in concentration and sluggish though.

Her green eyes fluttered open to stare at the white ceiling, eyebrows coming together in confusion. What is this place...where am I? She thought, attempting to sit up but finding out in horror she was chained down. What the hell?! What's going on?!

After a few moments of strugling to break free, she decided to give up and glare at the ceiling, trying to think. Now, how did I end up in this situation? What's the last thing I remember...? Her thoughts hit a black wall, she had no memories.

"So, the project is finally awake."

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