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HAWKINS LAB WAS NOT HOW VIOLET EXPECTED IT TO BE. As she walked into the building, she couldn't help but compare it to a high school science classroom - but it was so much more than that. The space felt suffocating, like a prison, with its sterile, cold hallways and an eerie silence that seemed to amplify the sound of her own heartbeat.
The three friends were thrown into a room and told that they would be spoken to in a minute. However, hours had passed, and they were still seated in the concrete room. Violet felt a wave of gratitude as she realized that nothing had been confiscated. She clung to her cigarettes as if they were her lifeline, finding solace in their smoke within the lonely confines of the prison walls.
Jonathan and Violet remained composed, understanding that succumbing to panic would be no help. They knowingly sensed Nancy's patience diminishing as she anxiously paced around the room. Violet's frustration grew with each echoing thud of her boots against the floor, accompanied by the angry puffs of her cigarette. "Nancy fucking Wheeler, if you don't sit down, I am gonna smash my head against this wall."
Nancy fixed a penetrating stare on the girl, her mind filled with the desire to engage in an argument. However, an overwhelming urge to escape the room was consuming her. The smell of Violet's usually bearable cigarettes now seemed suffocating within the confines of the concrete walls. Nancy felt her agitation intensify, the scent only adding to her discomfort and making her feel like she was on the brink of losing control. "Hey! Hey, assholes! Let us out of here!"
The door opens before Violet can tell the girl to be quiet, and a friendly-looking man walks in. "Oh! Not very pleasant in here, is it?"
"No fucking shit." Violet huffs, earning a smack on the shoulder from Jonathan.
"Sorry about that. Hospitality's not our strong suit. You know, scientists and all."
Nancy's eyes bore into the doctor, her gaze filled with intense anger. She seethes with resentment, having been confined against her will for the past few hours. The knowledge that these individuals were responsible for her best friend's death only fuels her fury further.
"Yeah. Okay." The doctor awkwardly checks his watch, wanting to do anything to kill the eyes boring into his head. "You up for a little walk?" He leaves the room at a quick pace, ready to get this over with like it was nothing to him. "-I'm assuming you're behind me."
The hallway was filled with a lively buzz as scientists bustled about, each one moving with a sense of purpose as if they were trying to remain invisible.
