A boy opens his bleary eyes, he blinks a couple of times to let his eyes adjust to his surroundings. He looks at the three steel gray walls that surround the twin bed he is currently lying on, the wall that is parallel to his bed is clear and has a clear door with steel hinges. The boy hesitantly sits up, trying to figure out where he is.

Where am I? Who am I?

The boy scrunches his face up as he tries to remember anything.

Minho.

"I'm Minho." The boy says, he jumps at the sound of his voice not remembering it.

Minho gets off the bed and notices the toilet, sink, shower, and small table with chair that make up his room, or cell.

He walks over to the door and places his hand up against it, the cold causes Goosebumps to rise on his arm, and he shivers involuntarily. Minho gives the door a slight push, it doesn't move, he tries harder and still nothing. Minho looks for a door handle and sees a steel handle on the outside, but none on the inside.

Minho begins pounding his fists on the door, "Let me out!" He shouts.

"Shut up!" Minho hears, startling him enough to stop pounding on the glass.

A skinny boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a peculiar accent appears across the hall and to the right. His cell is identical to Minho's.

"Some of us are trying to sleep here." The boy says with a yawn.

Minho looks into the cell across from his, it's the same as his and the boys, but it's empty.

"Where are we? And why can't I remember anything but my name?" Minho inquires.

The boy shrugs his shoulders, "I woke up here about a month ago and I can't remember a thing, I'm Newt by the way."

"Minho." Minho replies, a little shocked at the boys nonchalance.

Newt grins, "What a weird name."

Minho is about to retort when someone else speaks up, "Be nice Newt."

Minho look around but doesn't see the body the voice belongs too.

Newt waves his hand dismissively, "That's Alby, he's across from me and next to you."

"What are we doing here?" Minho asks.

"Quarantine, or at least that's what they tell us every time we ask." Alby says.

"Who?" Minho asks.

Newt sighs, "The people who bring us food and clothes."

Minho's stomach growls at the mention of food, "When do they come?"

Alby speaks up before Newt can say a snide comment, "All the hours blur together, we don't really know."

Minho nods his head and then goes back to his bed, he lies on it staring at the ceiling.

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