These walls. They were so dreary. Why didn't they just paint them white? They were all just animals trapped in a cage because of some rules or another that society has set in place had been broken. Trivial perhaps to some. The paint was glossy beneath her dirty fingernails as she traced her way down the hall. Group therapy didn't seem to be a worthy cause, but this place was all about routine and following the rules. Keep your head down and your mouth shut, and most of the time you did just fine. Most of the time. This society was even less forgiving than the one on the other side of the wall that separated her from what her mind had dubbed 'the real world'. This place, these people, certainly were not the real world to her. The real world was filled with tee shirts, jeans, nice scents, the smell of  fresh cut grass and the cool, wet drops from a sprinkler on a hot summer day.  It was  a cool breeze on her face as she was draped in the sunshine with her eyes closed. This placed offered little to remind her of that world.<br/><br/>She stopped just outside the room occupied by a single man sitting. Her expression changed to one of curiosity. This was someone new. Fresh meat was always a treat in this place, but this? This was something exciting. It was in the air just how different he was. She could sense it, almost feel it creeping up her bare arms, causing goosebumps to form. Tentatively she stepped inside the room, not wanting to draw any attention as of yet. He was dressed well enough. Files. Notepads perhaps? He was prepared, or at least he wanted to give the illusion he was. Did he really care about them? Did any of them?<br/><br/>She cleared her throat and made her way around to take the seat directly in his line of sight. "I haven't seen you before," she said calmly, her voice and even, flat tone. "You're new." Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on her knees, clearly sizing him up. "A little to nicely dressed for the likes of this place. You're gonna get something all over those nice clothes. Next time, wear something you don't mind....losing," she joked, her eyes quickly sweeping over him. "Some of the girls around here aren't that....refined or restrained for that matter. No telling what you might get on you." She leaned back in her seat, feeling a strange sense of calm around him. A smile spread across her lips as she shook her head slightly. "You are certainly not like any of the others they've had in here before. You're not like Dr. Gregor and his trusty little sidekick. He wanted to try and figure out what makes us tick in here. It's not really hard, if you the time to get to know us. Then there was Ru-Fi-OOOOOOOHHH make it stop," she yelled, pressing her hand to her chest, and looking up to the ceiling, before a sinister laugh erupted. "He just wanted to see how much pain, or pleasure, he could give us," she told him, bringing her gaze back to him and winking. "Whatever happened to both of them is a lot like some of the girls in here. A mystery. Do you like a good mystery Doctor," she asked, raising her eyebrows to him, the smile still playing her lips lips. "The rest of the girls should along anytime. Until then Doctor, why don't you tell me a little about yourself? You're gonna have your time to find out about me in group. For right, it's my turn. So why you answer question, hm? Do you..like..mysteries? Does it thrill you what you don't know or understand? Does it keep you up at night wondering, your brain frantically trying to figure out exactly what what happened? Do you have to know the answer to every single little quandary you come across, or can you just walk away? I'm betting..you can't..just walk away. You have to know." She couldn't help but remain fixed on him. "Tell me I'm wrong. I bet you can't."