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[color=f7941d]"... w-what... what's goin' on here...?"[/color] Magdalene's voice stirred as she arose from the bed she found herself in, a bit on edge at the situation she was experiencing. A hand rushed up to her face, feeling it for any significant wounds. As per usual, the feeling of her scarred face brought her back into reality. She wasn't dreaming or having a nightmare, as her face would've felt perfect or it would've felt completely scarred in either event.

Standing up in the beige room, Magdalene gazed at the message in front of her. What sort of rehabilitation was [i]this[/i]? A rehabilitation of [i]what[/i] exactly? She had a ton of questions to ask, but she wasn't bound to get answers in the situation she was in. She needed to get out of this room and find out just what was going on here.

But first, she wanted to familiarize herself with her room. This meant a lot, but was mainly focused on the actual drawers and other storage areas of the room. The storage where the TV was located had been filled to the brim with pretty generic clothes, all clean and smelling rather oddly of detergent and hospitals. Upon further investigation, they were all Magdalene's perfect size, raising her suspicions even further. Though, she didn't actually shower last night, so maybe this was a blessing in disguise.

Bringing a generic set of clothes to the bathroom, Magdalene continued her investigation there as she checked everything. Unsurprisingly, it was just a normal bathroom, granted it was steamy because of the hot water of the shower. Everything checked out, and Magdalene didn't think much of it as she stripped down and took a very brisk shower.

The hair products were actually pretty high quality.

Stepping out of the bathroom in the new clothes, Magdalene looked over at her bag. It didn't seem like it was picked through, as it still seemed like it had the same contents as before, but Magdalene was still very skeptical of it. Still, she placed it on her bed so she could put on her shoes and hoodie. After everything was back together, Magdalene grabbed her bag and stepped outside, following the only path available to her as she made her way to breakfast.

Hopefully there her answers would be found.