Maria spitted the key out of her mouth. She stared it disgusted for a while, wondering how filthy it might be. A splitting headache kept her from concentrating properly on the key so she barely noticed the number 33 and the faint sound of a piano. However, the scent of blood was impossible to ignore. It tried to make Marie think about the memory she didn’t want to think. No, now it’s not time to think about it. I have to find out where I am and how I got here. Maria looked around and noticed that she was in a nursery. A row of damaged toys lay in front of her, looking at her like she was the one who had hurt them.

Maria freaked out. She dashed to the door and scrambled screaming around the hallway for a moment until she managed to calm down. Wow, that was stupid, freaking out because of a nursery and damaged toys. There is nothing to fear. Well that’s not entirely true, waking up in an unknown place is definitely worth of worrying. But not freaking out that badly. She tried to remove the whole room from her memory, but one thought refused to leave. Were the toys only damaged things in that room? If so, why on earth were they there?

“Ding.” Maria flinched when she heard the sound of elevator. If an elevator is working, someone else has to be there. She started to walk hastily towards the sound.