The room was very small, and very plain. White walls, white carpet, white bed sheets. There were no windows, only two doors. Behind one was an empty closet with three empty wire hangers. The other hadnâ€™t been touched. There was an air of a dream to the place, something unreal and foreign.<br/><br/>Fallyn breathed in, then out. Her head was pounding with pain, and she clenched her white hands in her lap. She had woken a few minutes ago, groggy with a numbing headache. She recognized the feeling of waking up after being drugged. She was used to it, it was familiar. But this room was unfamiliar.<br/><br/>Her long white hair tumbled down her shoulders like twirling ribbons. Her skin was a few shades darker, also very pale. Seemingly albino, though without the odd characteristics of natural-born albinistic people, Fallyn was void of almost any color. Her forehead wasnâ€™t high, and her eyes were of normal proportions and position. She had dark eyebrows, and her eyes were surrounded by black birthmarks that lined her eyes and faded to gray on her eyelids. The birthmark gave the illusion she was wearing black eyeliner and eye shadow. She was wearing black pants that hugged her thighs and calves. Her shirt was charcoal gray and prettily beaded, and there was a light white cardigan draped over her shoulders. There was a black tie around her neck.<br/><br/>Fallyn looked down at her hands, resting in her lap. She was perched on the foot of the bed, trying to remember how she had gotten in this strange room. Despite this, she was calm. She knew this was what Father wanted. She reached up and grasped the black tie around her neck, fiddling with it, feeling the silky fibers against her fingers. It was Fatherâ€™s. He wore it every day.<br/><br/>Now she remembered, albeit faintly. Father approached her, other people moving around him. One held a needle, another held a piece of cloth, whilst two others muttered amongst themselves. They were talking. But Father was looking at her. Just looking.<br/><br/>She remembered smiling, and asking him, â€œCan I have your ribbon, Father?â€ He hadnâ€™t known what she was talking about until she pointed at the tie around his neck. Father never showed any expression, was always stoic. But Llyn loved him. He had loosened the tie, pulled it over his head, and held it out to her. She had taken it with delight, feeling the silkiness of it, rubbing it against her cheek as the other men stuck needles in her and as she fell asleep.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The Omega apartments...</span>Yes, thatâ€™s where she was. Father had finally convinced them. Fallyn glanced up at the black camera in the corner, her silvery blue eyes blinking as the lens focused on her. There were three in her room. One in each in two of the corners in the room, and one in the closet. Fallyn didnâ€™t find this odd. She was quite familiar with cameras. Cameras and one-way viewing windows. She wondered if there would be speakers.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Click.</span>Fallyn looked to the door. There was a little red LED light on the doorknob. With the previously heard click, it had changed to green. Fallyn, who had not yet tried the door, stared at it. She looked calm and emotionless, but nervous flutters were eating at her insides. Her throat felt tight. She had no idea what was on the other side of that door. And she was a little wary to find out. Her blue eyes gazed mistrustfully at the door, the light, the cameras. In her lap, her fingers threaded and unthreaded themselves. Her stomach gave a hollow groan. She clasped her hands together and stared forward, at the door with the green light that promised unknown.