"A brave choice," I said, "but perhaps a stupid choice. Do you really think you're ready for this type of challenge?"
The girl nodded.
"Fine, then I shall give you a name."
"But I have a name," the girl interrupted.
"You are dead. You gave up that life when you killed yourself. You must give up your name."
"That's not fair!" she whined.
"Death isn't fair!" I yelled at her.
That shut her up.
"How your name will be chosen is you will have to be closely observed for three hours. You will be left in a room with no door or window that you can see. All that will be in the room is a pencil and paper. You will be writing whatever you want. We will observe you and read your writing. Now, let's begin."