[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color]

How long has it been?

She had long lost count of time ever since she entered that place. Memories before that was blurred, hidden beyond the veil of fog. Hazel had been living in that room for so long she had forgotten that 'outside' had existed. Indeed, she had no knowledge of how old she was either, for birthdays weren't exactly celebrated where she was contained, at least, not hers. There was a slight feeling of elation just barely rising through the constant drug-induced fog her mind was under, having rode an odd transparent vehicle for the first time.

Hazel placed a finger on the collar on her neck, tracing the glowing antler logo etched into it. She had woke up one morning, feeling calmer than she had ever did before, with the collar already on her neck. Like anyone who lives in a single room for a very long time, anything new was immediately investigated, and that was what she did. She had found out that it was relatively easy to take off, though she put it back on hastily once the voices started growing louder. That collar was, in her view, the strangest part of this whole ordeal. The cuffs she was in, the soldiers guarding them, and the overall tight security was something she had lived with for a long time, and thus 'normal' for her.

[color=f7976a]"Welcome to USARILN East,"[/color] A woman greeted them, after being herded into a large room still chained together.[color=f7976a] "I am Director Lina Zhang, and from now on I'll play the role of guardian and prison warden to all of you. Generally, welcoming parties at three in the morning are rescheduled for seven in the morning to allow everyone time to sleep. But as I understand it, your convoy ran into some trouble along the way. I'm here to make sure this potential mishap hasn't given any of you thoughts on escaping."[/color]

After a long while of sitting in a room, going out only to do tests, examinations and the likes, she had been transferred to a new facility. Hazel knew not whether it means she was progressing somehow on the government's checklist, or whether this was still part of their experimentation. 

In any case, she had no questions, nor anything she needed clarification with.