Light peeked in through windows covered heavily in dust, casting murky light across a dirty cement room. Shadows crept up the dirt stained walls and practically absorbed the dilapidated assorted furniture shoved against the corners of the room, each with the appearance of being, at one point, somewhat nice. An old, shattered mirror hung crooked off the wall directly underneath one of the window, shards decorating the floor beneath it. Long dried blood ran across the glass and trailed across the room, where a pile of bloodstained rags sat in a pile, collecting dust like almost everything else in the room. Every one of the bulbs in the sockets above were broken or missing.
In the center of the room sat a bed in a small circle of light, if you could call it that. It was simply a mattress on a few blocks of wood, bare of sheets or blankets or pillows. And on the center of the bed a girl sat, her head on her knees, face tilted towards the steel door of the room, and the fingers of one of her hands dug into her hair.
The girl's hair was dyed black but it was an old dye and her pale-blond roots stuck out in the shadows. Her skin was pale, as if she had never spent a day in the sun, and her eyes were dark enough that pupil and iris couldn't be discerned even in bright lights. Her nails were painted black and chipped. Her lips were ruby red and her eyes were shadowed in the remnants of eyeliner. She wasn't traditionally beautiful but her features were sharp, distinct enough that a person would find their eyes drawn to her in a crowd. She was curvy and appeared pretty tall, all things considered.
A smirk quirked her lips, the first movement she had made in quite a while and her eyes began to glimmer. Creeping from her pupils out, a golden light lit up her eyes and drove away the darkness in them but none of the cruelty that seemed to pour off the girl, mixed with sorrow and regret. She unfolded herself from the bed, standing up to display her nearly six foot frame.
The girl stared down the door, eyes glowing with an unnatural light, as the metal groaned with the pressure of someone strong trying to move it from the other side. The door gave a particularly loud complaint, then swung open, clanging loudly against the wall.