A sudden sharp sound echoed throughout the room before it suddenly lost life and continued on as a whimper before finally dying completely. The sound was distorted, only a pitiful excuse of what it usually was. Nevertheless, it was enough to stir the little girl from sleep. Slowly opening her eyes, the girl sat up in her bed, the covers sliding off her body. She yawned and rubbed her eyes before looking around her room.

	Her room?

	It was a room. And it was a room she occupied. But nothing in it resembled anything she would call hers. In fact, she could not recall what would normally be hers in the first place. Now more awake, the little girl called out. Much like the alarm, her call was barely audible outside the room. Moving to sit at the edge of the bed, the girl looked about the room again. There were few child furnishings, but otherwise the room was bare and dull. Several cameras near the corners of the ceiling faced towards the ground, seemingly without power. At the far side of the room stood an open door, facing an equally blank white wall of the corridor beyond. Not much light illuminated the wall, leaving most of what laid beyond too dark to see.	

	Sliding off the bed, the girl cringed as her bare feet touched the cold concrete floor. Next to the bed were a pair of basic grey shoes without laces. She grabbed them to put on. She stopped initially when she saw the bands around her wrists. Sitting back on the bed, the girl looked at them, and tried to take them off unsuccessfully. She now took notice of the rest of her attire. She was dressed in a simple one-piece dress, grey matching the dull atmosphere of rest of the room. She placed her hands upon the collar around her neck, just as irremovable as the bracelets.

	Not even recognizing her own clothes anymore, the girl was growing increasingly fearful about where she was or what was going on. She wanted to find a safe place to hide until she could find someone who could help her. Jumping off the bed again, she put on the shoes and creeped to the entrance of the door. It was open, so she could perhaps flee from the captors that held her. She looked out the entrance, seeing the hall was clear in one direction. Before she turned to look the other way, she heard someone call out. The voice was aggressive and it startled the little girl. She yelped and not so quietly ran back into the room diving into the bed and covered herself up. The little girl didn’t see who call out, flickering lights and the darkness that it brought helping with that. Perhaps the figure who yelled would pass by and not harm the girl.