There was only darkness in that little room. The girl sat in the corner, hunched over. Her dead, cold eyes scanned the room as she moved a strand of her messy, poorly cut strawberry blonde hair.
A light emit from a crack of the door, and slightly took over the room. The incandescence spread all over the girl as she looked up to identify her visitors.
"Are you ready, Number 56?"
She only got up, keeping her solid face full of sorrow.
Why is this happening to me? Why me in particular? These were the only thoughts that consumed her mind and occupied.
In order to understand her position, I must take you back. Show you who this young woman is.