Chapter 1 Why Is She Here:
I wake up in a nursing suit, next to a fur-boobed girl with blonde hair. “WHERE THE HELL AM I!” “WHAT IS THIS PLACE!” I slam on the door. “SOMEONE TELL ME!” “Moona!” The blonde-haired girl yelled. “Calm down.” “How do you know my name?” “Because you have a name tag.” “What’s your name?” “Tragedy.” I love her long ponytail. And her blonde hair is so cute... “My last name is Damai, which means peace.” “That’s ironic.” I looked at her hands; she seemed to pinch her thumb and pinky together. That’s a sign she’s nervous.
“Do you have any friends in here?” “I don’t know?” “All of my Nagara friends died.” “I’m sorry, Moona.” “Nah, it’s okay,” I say, dropping my head down. “I’ll be your friend!” Tragedy remarks. “Really?” “Of course, Moona.” “I wanna get out of here so bad,” I remark. “Wishing ain’t gonna get us anywhere, unfortunately.” I looked at Tragedy, as she puts two buns in her hair instead of just a ponytail. We both stare into space. This room is bright white. If you look in it for long enough, you’d probably go crazy. This place was awful for any person to be locked in. It’s like a prison, but worse. I look up at the speaker and analyze it. Maybe there is more to this place. Then the speaker makes a screeching noise. “Hello..... all.... members,” a girl that sounded like she was in her thirties remarked out of the speaker. “My name... is... Marine.” That’s an interesting name. “This is a facility and you can now have your time to roam free.” The doors then open up. “So we only have a certain amount of time we can roam?” “Yeah, unfortunately.”
We both slowly walk out of the room. We saw a bunch of rooms that on the inside looked like ours. Fifteen feet away from each other, the rooms were vertically and horizontally close to each other. The walls and ceilings were also white. The walls got wider as they coned into a room. All kinds of breakfast foods are available at the buffet in the room. I saw bacon, eggs, toast, waffles, and pancakes. It’s like they are trying to manipulate us into complacency. “This place is weird,” Tragedy remarks. “For sure,” An EMO guy with cat ears replies. I could barely even see his eyes. He wore a black shirt with gray shorts. We all then moved to one table. “What’s up?” This random guy with plant-looking hair remarks. “Who are you?” I replied. “My name is Cereus.” “I kinda just give everyone compliments.” “Really?” I replied. “Yeah, like this.” “Hey, girl, you’re pretty.” The girl smiled back at him.
“My name is Giuseppe.” the EMO guy replied. Cereus left the room. I guess he went with that girl. “Your names are Moona and Tragedy?” “We share a room,” Tragedy replies. “You two seem nice.” He looked sick of being here already. He is so easy to read. His ears drooped. “Who do you share a room with?” “I share a room with a cat girl with the ability to control blood and harden it to music and use it as a weapon.” “That’s a unique power,” I replied. I looked backward and saw people. That must be where the people work. But I could see a little more than just workers, but I couldn’t tell what that was. “I can tell you are curious about this place,” Giuseppe remarks. “I am, yeah.”
There was a timer in the breakfast buffet and realized we only had a certain amount of time to walk. I got up and got eggs, bacon, and pancakes. I began eating it, as I began walking towards Giuseppe. “You look smart, Moona,” Giuseppe remarked. “What are your accomplishments, Moona?” Tragedy budded in. “I killed Sahara.” “Wow, you killed them.” “I admire that Moona,” Cereus jumped back into the conversation. “Thank you, Cereus.” “Yeah, it’s good you killed that asshole.” “Yeah, I hate them too!” “So, you enjoy style?” I replied. “I love wearing whatever the hell I want!” “That’s so cool!” Tragedy remarks. “To control my power, I have to wear a skirt.” “That’s different!” Tragedy remarks. “My skirt turns into snakes.” That’s an interesting power. Snakes can defiantly be useful. “We only have so much time left so I’m gonna go.” Well, that guy seems ridiculously cool and I love him. We only have five minutes until we have to go back into our room. “Hey, Giuseppe!” “Hey, Moona.”
“What do yall wanna talk about?” Tragedy added. “What happens next?” Giuseppe responded. “Who knows?” Getting up to throw my plate. I look at the clock and think, Is this real? I wish it was phony. This place warps the mind in more ways than one, but that’s what a white building with no windows to you is. The clock only looked more brutal the more I gazed at it. I could even see Giuseppe’s mood shifting as the red clock ticks. We all were void of any conversation. What do we say to each other? Do we keep complaining about the white, brutal, psychological torcher, the monster that words could never be? This world that we now live in was a new one in that the mentally weak were going to mentally deteriorate. We don't even know the secret behind this place. Where are we in Singapore? Are we even in Singapore? What was the monster’s goal? What was its goal? Why? Why am I here? I'm not thrilled with this place. The clock reached one minute and I and Tragedy got up.
We both went into our room and closed the door. I saw one blonde bunny girl in a ponytail walking around with air pods in her ears. The timer was soon going to run out of time. The timer then hit zero. A laser appears above her head, then a beetle crawls on her head and drills into her head. The Beatle then throws her brain onto the floor.
