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She felt the bitter tears falling down her face as she sat in the pure white room, she had no recollection of how she got here. The last thing she remembered was getting home from work and walking through the front door. Then darkness, she heard the creek of the door echo through the room and she felt a brief flash of fear go through her. 'Ah, good your awake' it was a man who stepped through the door, he looked to be about 50, with graying hair and a white lab coat. His onyx black eyes gleaming with excitment.

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