All she saw for the past three days was white walls. She rarely moved from her spot on the steel framed bed and she didn't demand to be set free like they had expected. Her patience seemed to know no bounds as she sat crossed legged, as if waiting for something. There was a procedure for these things, let the captive sit it out for a few days, observe their behaviour and then move in. Her psych files didn't predict what was currently going on.
"This is getting us no where. Move in." A masked man said gruffly as he continued to watch the monitor with her remaining still.
A door opened in her room and four figured in white contamination suits swarmed in and pulled her to her feet. They gripped hard so she was unable to break free from their grasp, not that they had needed to use such force as she didn't struggle against them. Three more figures came in, but they wheeled in a chair with metal cuffs either side and draws full of equipment and drugs.
They strapped her to the chair making sure the cuffs were in place and one of them looked to the upper right hand corner and gave a thumbs up. This was when the masked man strolled in and stood directly in front of her.
"There was no other way, we had no choice." He began softly.
Her face remained expressionless, there was nothing she could say that could get her out of this room.
"You understand don't you. There are secrets within your head that you must share and not tell. Being in your position is a very dangerous place," He said, folding his arms, "We felt that you should have known better, considering who you know."
She wondered if he was being vague for a reason and if it was for her benefit, if he was wrong, or for his colleague benefit because they weren't informed of the current situation. Then there was the mask, she gazed at it. Pure white, completely covering his face with one orange swirl on the right hand side. She recognised it but couldn't place it within her memory.
"You've been gone a long time, things have changed. If they let you back, all the hard work you've accomplished will have meant nothing. You'll start from the bottom, and if it's allowed, you'll try to work to the top again." When this had been said, she'd noted the venom in his tone. As if he were jealous of earlier achievements.
Her eyes now searched the room, she hadn't noticed that four of the white figures had already left. Panic began to rise in her as her situation finally began to sink in. She wasn't even sure how she allowed herself to be in this mess, she was smarter than this. But there had been recent distractions. Thinking back, she wouldn't have traded those moments in for anything.
"Do you know who I am?" The man asked as he reached for his mask.
He signaled for the rest to leave as he walked over to the steel cabinet and pulled opened the top draw, not once removing his hand from his mask. A syringe was already filled with a blue liquid as he picked it up with his other hand and squirted it slightly.
Then, removing his mask, she recognised his face immediately. "I know who you are, Sakura Haruno."