Gaz woke to find herself in a huge red bed in the corner of a large room. Fixing her eyes so she could regain her sight, there was a flatscreen connected to the wall and several blueprints covering a desk sitting on the opposite side of the corner where she was lying. A room was connected to it, leading to a restroom.

Where was she? Gaz looked down at the crimson blanket covering her and shoved it off of her body.

HOLY SHIT. ITS FREEZING IN HERE.

The girl gathered the blanket around her and stood, noticing there was a couch in the middle of the room, hiding a fireplace on the opposite side of the wall. She hurried over to the fire, sat down on the ground, and cuddled into the blanket, trying to figure out what had happened. She couldn't remember anything of what had happened.

Oh come on. Sometimes you're completely useless.

What the hell do you mean?

Come on! You were coming back from Bloaties yesterday, and you were about to be raped by a gang of drunks. Hell, you really are fucked up aren't you?

…

Gaz just stared at the flames licking at the wood in the fireplace. Her memory flooded back to her in one fellow swoop and she looked back down at her hands, seeing the scars. Gaz gasped and got up from the floor, making her way to the restroom. Quickly flipping on the light, she thrust her body into the room and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Holy Motherfucker…

Her shirt was tattered, exposing her black bra underneath, and she had black and purple bruises running up and down her arms. There were small cuts on her face, a cut on her lip, and she had a purple bruise on her right cheekbone. Her eyeliner was smudged across her face and she looked away. Hot tears strolled down her face in anger and surprise.

Pitiful.

Shut up.

Useless. Emotions don't help shit.

The depressive teen bit her lip and wiped her face. Gaz turned back around and tried cleaning the makeup off. Once everything was washed off, she headed back into the red room and picked up the blanket. She opened the door with great care, her hands still sore from the cuts running along the inside of her palms. The hall ahead of her lead her into an assortment of rooms with all types of gadgets and tools Gaz had never even dreamed of. She found the last room which was completely dark.

Entering the room, she inched her way across the wall until she found the light switch. Flipping it on, Gaz's eyes grew huge with shock.

Hundreds of shards of glass lay on the floor, covering bloody tiles and torn blueprints. The electronics were completely trashed and a gigantic computer screen lay upon all of it, completing the damage of the room. Some of the wallpaper in the room was torn off, making the walls look shabby and disturbing.

Prying her eyes away from the destruction, Gaz looked for another exit. Finding an elevator, she hurried toward the big brass doors and pushed a button. She couldn't understand the symbol on the button, but she pressed it anyway.

The light finally clicked on when she entered the elevator and pressed a button.

They were Irken symbols.