[i][color=0064CF]"Two doorways. Which one?"[/color][/i]
[i][color=FF9B30]"The one where the crowd is going, of course."[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"'Of course'? Elaborate."[/color][/i]
[i][color=FF9B30]"If I went with the lone and armless girl, I'd be forced to talk to her, since she wouldn't notice anyone else with her. However, if I went with the others, who I might guess have already been acquainted with each other a little bit, they'd ignore me in favour of the others, as I'm a complete stranger to them. I could go on and on about why I'm going to the left door instead of the right, but [b]you know me[/b], so I'm not going to."[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"Ah, I see what you mean. Well, let's quit dilly-dallying for a bit and let's move forward."[/color][/i]

Sasha walked into the next room after the others did. 

[i][color=FF9B30]"What [b]is[/b] this place?"[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"You said it yourself earlier, [b]'this is some kind of facility.'[/b]"[/color][/i]
[i][color=FF9B30]"Not that, like, we went from a blank, empty room, to a room with buttons, to here, which looks like a university classroom."[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"And [b]how[/b] do you know that this looks like it's from a university, you're only sixteen."[/color][/i]
[i][color=FF9B30]"I'm 16?...Well, to answer your second question, I don't remember...I just knew..."[/color][/i]

A video played. The video was composed of several images of children playing together. The strangest thing was that one of was unmistakably a younger version of Sasha. As in, Sasha looked happy playing with these people, implying that she did go out and made friends at one point.

[i][color=FF9B30]"That cannot be me, those photos must be edited, that cannot be me, that doesn't even look like me!"[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"That's probably the biggest lie I've ever heard from you today. That [i]is[/i] you, that is me. You're in denial, you're denying the reality of these photos."[/color][/i]
[i][color=FF9B30]"Of course I'm denying these photos as real! Can you see me frolicking out there with this many people?! Of course not!"[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"Of course not. Not today, no you wouldn't be, but I know, you know, deep down, we both know, the events of these photos are real, they did happen."[/color][/i]

All the while, a voice on the intercom made a mini-speech about how everyone here were the best of friends before they got here, and how such a relationship needs to be forged again in this facility. Sasha's face grew into a slight scowl.

[i][color=FF9B30]"How dare that woman—"[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"Echo. [b]'That woman'[/b] is named Echo."[/color][/i]
[i][color=FF9B30]"And [b]how[/b] do you know that?"[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"I heard a voice while we were asleep. I believe it's the same voice as what you just heard. I can't remember the entire thing, but one of the things I can pick out was[/color] [b][color=7BCDC8]"—you can call me Echo."[/color][/b][/i]
[i][color=FF9B30]"Point is, how could this woman— Echo — say that I've been friends with all [b]these[/b] people? That I cared for these people as much as they cared for me? I don't remember having friends. I don't remember trying to make friends. I don't even remember that I wanted another person around me. Echo's right, it does seem impossible. No, it [b]is[/b] impossible, I recognize [b]none[/b] of these people, and she expects me to befriend all of them?!"[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"Why are you so angry?"[/color][/i]
[i][color=FF9B30]"l...don't know...I guess...I'm not angry, actually, I believe I just get tense when I have to deal with other people. Obviously, as with everything else, I don't know why it is."[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"Think of it this way: what if...[b]all of them were Raya?[/b]"[/color][/i]

Sasha smiled a little bit in amusement. 

[i][color=FF9B30]"I doubt that six people here can all be named "Raya." If that were the case, then my name have to be also Raya, since it's odd to have six people sharing the same name and then one person having a different name."[/color][/i] 

Her face dropped back into a neutral state.

[i][color=FF9B30]"But now we have a lot of questions to think about: Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here? Who are these people around me? If we all mean so much to each other, why don't I feel it? Why do we have to befriend each other [b]again[/b]? But more importantly, [b]who is Raya?[/b]"[/color][/i]

A door opened to a room, a bedroom, as it seems. The amount of beds make it appear
that it seems to fit all of the people in here. Sasha saw a magenta-haired girl call out the bed she wants, at the top of the stairs. Afterwards, her name popped out on the side, effectively labelling the bed. She also noticed a boy getting out of one of the beds. 

[i][color=FF9B30]"Vistra. So, that's [b]her[/b] name."[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"There's another one. Judging by the nameplate on his bed, his name is Alex."[/color][/i]
[i][color=FF9B30]"Well, that's two names known..."[/color][/i] 

She recounted the people around her.

[i][color=FF9B30]"...four more names to go, plus the armless one, that's five. This also disproves the 'everyone is Raya' theory you had earlier."[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"Whatever. Choose your bed."[/color][/i]
[i][color=FF9B30]"Huh?"[/color][/i]
[i][color=0064CF]"It's first come, first serve, call your bed, it's now or never. I'd suggest you pick the bed right underneath the one Vistra picked, or maybe a top bunk, for maximum security."[/color][/i]
[i][color=FF9B30]"Alright, if you say so."[/color][/i]

[b][color=00CC00]"I call the bed underneath...if that's okay with everyone else..."[/color][/b] Sasha said.