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An empty room.
Blank, empty aside for the newly arrived resident.
The air is chilled with a slightly odd odour circulating within.
Malika laid down in the middle of the room on the floor like a broken rag doll. Her limbs looked twisted in unusual ways.
Her body is bruised, followed by tiny cuts everywhere.
Blood dried out from her cuts.
The exhaustion is interfering with Malika's plans of evading.
Yes, she had recently woken up.
Her brain still processing everything that happened until now to assess the situation.
Judging by the odd scent in the air, the cold air, numbness of her body, she comes to a conclusion.
"I'm back at the isolation room..." she thought with bitterness.
Although she is absolutely torn, they still put a straight jacket on her.
"Wow, I'm exhausted and beaten up to a bloodly pulp and they still put restraints on me?" she thought with bitter irony.
Here she is, completely helpless, yet she strikes dread in their souls.
"Welp, not the time to think about that!" she thought with a newfound determination.
She needs a plan to escape this shack!
Lost in her thoughts, she doesn't even hear the door opening and closing. Footsteps are caught coming towards her, stoping straight in front of her.
A tense moment of silence passes...
She can feel the person's gaze, eyeing her cautiously.
Exactly, like a hunter kept a close eye on a dangerous predator.
Then, the footsteps echoed again within the cell.
Malika focused her ears to find the person's whereabouts.
It seems that the person is encircling her.
Silence...
Malika didn't like this silence at all.
Suddenly, she is dragged by her feet!
"Clank,clank,clank..."
Sounds of heavy metal dragging down the cold flood.
"God dammit! I didn't felt the shackles around my ankles because of the cold!" she thought, grimacing in agony.
The person dragged Malika like a sack of potatoes towards a remote area. Then, the person stopped in his tracks.
Meanwhile, this person seemed busy with something, huffing with annoyance in their voice.
Malika attempts discreetly to wake her numb limbs.
Cautiously, she begins to open her eyes, letting her sight adjust to the light. Sadly, her vision remains blurred, making it hard to find out her location and the person's identity.
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