Prisoner 7064 looked around her room for a moment, struggling to recall... anything. Why was she here? Who was she? It was all a blur. Must've been something they'd drugged her with, surely. The words of the warden still rang in her ears like the remnant of a bad dream. What kind of messed up place was this? An acid capsule?! Trying to keep her composure and keep from panicking, she pushed herself off the wall and rushed back to her bed, keeping an eye on the door. She reached under the bed and hauled her box out in front of her quickly, throwing the lid open and searching it's contents. She expected to find a 'weapon' of some description as well as a poem, if the voice over the intercom was to be believed.