One Thousand Doors

There are exactly one thousand doors in the Building. When we turn thirteen years old, we enter the Building. We do not leave until the morning of our eighteenth birthday. And each of us has a room. We Guard this room with our lives every day for five years. Once we emerge, we're hardened. Cold as steel. Because that's exactly what they want. Empty shells that they can sculpt into anything they desire. In a dystopian future, the Building harbors one thousand teenagers. And along with them come their hundreds of stories.