[center][colour=SkyBlue][h1]Mayuri Nakasone[/h1][/colour][/center]

It must have been the chocolate... Somehow, one way or another, the drug used on Mayuri had already worn off by the time people started to come round. It was probably because she ingested it, rather than having it injected, but nevertheless she was already wide awake. 

Though, despite the advantage, she hadn't used the time. Or at least, not to its fullest extent. The moment she awoke from the drug induced haze of colour and shapes was spent searching the room on unsteady legs and a painful migraine... Though, the search had turned up fruitless. As expected. Her eyes had managed to form bags, despite being asleep for such a short time. Or what must have been a short time.

But, it didn't exactly matter. The books and magazines on the desk were uninteresting, and the lights boring, despite their unnaturally natural glow that seemed only fit in a biosphere. The washed out colours of what looked to be an otherwise pristine room didn't fit that pattern. The water ran cold, the mirror reflected true, and bed sat warm. 

And so that was where she sat. Crossed legs and covered in a cape of stark white bed sheets made simply for the purpose of sleeping. They didn't have a colour. They were nice. Neutral. They held no intent, no purpose besides benign ideal. They made a nice hiding place away from whatever surveillance had been place. Even if there was no telling, feeling, the presence remained. An overarching sense that even if you are free to wander, you are never free from a watchful eye.

Why had they left her? The panic had subsided pretty quickly once she realised the situation. Memories of the kidnapping came back, weren't as traumatic as some of the others. Others? There must have been others. Their voices had been sounding like muffled cannons since the door had clicked open its mechanical lock. It didn't feel right, though. Weren't they scared? Or was the adrenaline, fear and drowsiness enough to make them forget? 

Maybe it was time to get up... Mayuri had been sat there for a while now, though time was either moving too fast or too slow to tell. Her whole body had once been shaking with a nervous fear mixed deep with adrenaline, but it was still now save her steady, rhythmic breathing. There were no longer tears in her eyes, but the tear tracks and bloodshot eyes still hadn't left. She simply sat wondering why they took her and those others... 

Was it her power? Or was it something deeply perverted? Well, they wouldn't have made such an investment into a building if they were going to rape them, so it must have been the former. That would mean... They knew! But how?! No one knew! Well, except her family and friends, but Big Sis would never tell, and neither would Sae, Ui or Yu..! 

How did they find out? Hell, even Mayu didn't know she had the power until it first displayed itself! Then again, there wasn't even much of a display. It simply stopped her from cutting her knee while walking home. There was no indication of power being used, but somehow she knew, her symbol said so. It had come to life with a feeling, closed, someone flipped the switch and the circuit was complete. It felt strange, alien, but good, in a way that couldn't be explained with mere words. 

It didn't matter though, did it? There was a fresh set of tears building up in her eyes, but they were wiped away quickly with the sheets. She was here now, even if she didn't know why. There was no point in crying, even though she already had been. There's a salty taste... Her hand reached up slightly and touched her cheek. Didn't she wipe away the tears? What was happening..? Everything was just wrong, wrong, plain wrong. Nothing felt right, nothing felt familiar, nothing felt in place, but nothing felt out of place.

There was nothing left to do... The people outside kept talking, so Mayuri would stay curled up in her room, silently crying at the thought of what she had already lost. Not even the things she would come to lose.

The silent despair of Room #7.