When Anna's eyes opened, she was intensely disoriented. It took her several minutes for her to comprehend that she was staring at a dull gray, vaguely metallic ceiling panel. Then it took her several more to sit up and take stock of her situation. The room was small, with a dull metallic bedframe and dull metallic desk and chair. There was a window on the wall, but of course people wouldn't have kidnapped her and thrown her in a cell just to let her escape through the window. Not that she had the strength to break a window.
Anna noticed something on the desk before her attention was distracted by glimpsing her own clothing. A clingy crimson blouse, exactly the color of fresh blood. Blood. Her hands were scrabbling at the shirt and leggings, scrabbling ripping tearing at them, trying to get the bloody cloth off of her away from her skin. Her mind went white at some point during her panic attack and she collapsed back onto the bed.
When she regained her senses again she noticed dully that she had the fragments of a headache. Deliberately keeping her eyes on the ceiling so she wouldn't look at herself, Anna walked over to the desk to look at what she had seen earlier. A notebook and a pen. The pen was shiny red, the same color as her shirt--[i][color=crimson]No no no don't think about it you'll panic![/color][/i] She sighed and opened the notebook and picked up the pen. But she stopped before she could write anything, seeing the crimson number 13 on her hand. Feeling numb inside, she took the pen and just touched it to the page, seeing the drop of blood-colored ink it left on the page. In a horror she slammed the book shut and dropped the pen. But her curiosity got the better of her and she stuck the pen on the neckline of her blouse, tucked the notebook under her arm, and opened the door to the room to find herself in an empty, dull gray hallway.
[i][color=crimson]My god, where on earth am I?[/color][/i] but she doubted that her God could hear her, even as she doubted she was on earth.