Rhiannon huddled in the corner of the room, dimly aware that she was almost certainly standing in whatever was causing the room to smell.  The room was cold and she wasn't wearing a jumper; just a thin shirt but at least it had long sleeves so she might survive a couple of minutes longer in whatever horror film she had apparently been dropped into.  From the moment she had woken up her dormant anxiety and fears burst to the fore and she retreated to a corner to have a minor panic attack, her brain too overloaded to process everything around her at once.

[i]Is this them getting back at me? No, they have no money left and the others are on jail.  Karma? Don't be stupid Rhian, you've not earned any bad karma.  Well, no less than the next person.[/i]

The box in the centre of the room both intrigued and terrified her, the only light in the room eerily highlighting it so that she had difficult focusing on anything else.  Still, there wasn't that much else to try and analyse besides the mangy bed and the various smatterings of rubbish around the room.  The box would give her a clue as to why she was here and so she crept towards it, expecting a trap or anything else her over-clocked imagination could create.

"Still, can't be worse than it is now."  She opened the box and peered inside.  The soup and the water inside were welcome sights but gave no clue to the bigger question of why she was here.  "Looks like they expect me to feed myself, no guard to bring meals I guess."  Rhian found that talking herself through her thoughts helped keep the anxiety at bay; there was no around so she felt no embarrassment and the one-sided conversation.

The bullets in the bag sent her blood-pressure sky-rocketing for a brief moment but the absence of a weapon calmed her down.  They weren't expecting her to commit suicide or anything like that, apparently.  Whoever 'they' were, that was.  Then something buzzed in the box and she found a phone underneath the plastic bag containing the bullets.  It had buzzed once. "A text?"

She turned the phone screen on and saw the notification icon: one message.  The contents disturbed her but nothing more than anything in this place.

"Find your soulmate?  So there's others here then... what the fuck?" She raised the phone to throw it but held back at the last moment, a voice of caution telling her that this phone was probably her ticket out of here one way or another.  "Fine, let's play this game." She muttered as she slid the phone into her back pocket, the half plastic heart hanging out slightly.  The soup she stowed under the bed but it was so woefully thin that it was clearly visible even from the door.

"Well, here goes." Rhian pushed the door open, water bottle clutched in her left hand and the right unconsciously curled into a fist as she stepped into the barren hallway.  She considered calling out but thought better of it, there was no telling who else was here with her, and so started walking cautiously down the hall to the left of her door.