19

Nevea has no idea where she is. All she knows is her name. It's dark, and there is a loud rumbling all around her. Her brain wanders, coming up with horrifying scenarios as to what happens when she gets out of the small room. If she gets out.
The strangest of all is that there's a small number printed on her wrist in neat, precise handwriting. The number 19. She has no idea what it means, who put it there, why it's there. Questions smash through her head at alarming speeds, so fast some pass by without her realizing it.
So what now?