The girl was afraid, but her instincts made her open her eyes. She laid flat on the white table, in the middle of the all-white room. With a bit of difficulty, she pushed herself up and sat there, as two people admired her from behind a table, in front of which the walls of her room ended. Her only concern was looking for a way out. She felt the need to see everything, and yet she didn't know how to get out.
Her name was Faye. She threw herself to the ground in front of the table, then stood up, confused. Stumbling on her feet as she moved, she ran into the window before the white desk the two people stood by, hitting her forehead. She was desperate to get out, but the window had harshly taught her a lesson. Confused, the girl put one of her hands against the window and touched it with each of her fingers, one by one. She hit it with her fist, but it wouldn't break. Unable to understand why she was trapped, she finally looked at the two men.