A loud bang against the glass window made you slowly open your eyes, your face resting on the cold floor. You sat up, locs hanging in front of your face as you saw a woman wearing a dark navy blue suit and two men standing behind her in the same colored suits.
It looked to be that all the life was drained out of you, eyes sunken, dark circles, mentally drained. The scientists had been checking your health for a while now, and they were stuck with a dilemma. You were perfectly healthy, yet you looked sick.
"Are you the devil?" you asked quietly, eying her curiously as she raised her eyebrow, pressing the button to speak.
"All you need to know is that I'm a doctor who works for very important people," she informed as you nodded, going back to scraping the ground with your finger.
"We would like to interview you, ask you some questions. You will be restrained because of your...ahem, mental instability, but we just want to figure out some things," she said as you kept quiet, remaining in your spot on the floor.
You took a breath, moving to stand up which made everyone in the room flinch and stand on guard. You scoffed, rising slowly with your hands up as you tied your jumpsuit around your waist, like normal.
Heavily armored CO's came in, locking shackles around your wrists and ankles, and they all stood in front, at the sides, and in the back of you.
"All this for lil ole me? I feel special," you thought as you all began to walk, the doctors following closely behind. It was cold going down the long hallway to the interrogation area, the chilly air placing goosebumps on your exposed arms.
