[center][h2][color=tan]Soren Gale[/color][/h2][/center]
	Soren looked up from his meager breakfast as company arrived, glad for someone to talk to.  It was Gabe, one of the others that had been there about as long as he had, and a close friend of his.  [color=tan]"Ah, Gabe, I'm well.  Yourself?"[/color]  He took a sip of his water as the newcomer was introduced.  Ash, a simple enough name, yet one that stuck well.  He set down his glass with care, managing to not disturb the water within it.  [color=tan]"Well, hello to you, Ash.  Just a warning, don't drink anything besides water unless a new shipment comes in.  Stuff spoils fast around here, for one reason or another."[/color]  He took a glance at his blueberries and, upon noticing a patch of white mold growing, he promptly picked up the plastic container and lobbed it into a nearby trash can.  [color=tan]"As stated."[/color]

	The man reached into a pocket and produced a sticky note and a pen, and began to poke a series of holes in the paper, writing in Braille to accommodate his reader's lack of sight.  [color=tan]"Anyhow, you're probably wondering why you're here in the first place.  Long story short, each of us has a mental disorder that poses a threat to society, so we're kept locked away in what's essentially a maximum security prison.  Once you're in, you're likely in for good.  There are doctors and psychologists at the ready in case anything happens, and stay on the warden's good side.  It's better that way."[/color]  He set the pen down and handed the note to Ash, pressing it into his palm.  If read, it would simply read [color=tan]"Room on the second floor, still smells of smoke.  Be there in 2 hours, more to explain.  No security."[/color]  Continuing on as if he didn't just initiate a conspiracy, Soren began to eat his oatmeal, sipping his water every now and then to get the paste down.

	[color=tan]"So Gabe, anything out of the ordinary happening today?"[/color]

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