Heather had approached and lay her hands on the obelisk, trying to figure what its purpose could be. Out of all the things in the room, this solid box was the only thing worth investigating. It looked as if was bolted to the floor or it was so heavy that gravity pulled it towards the floor. In her hands the object was cold, like the rest of the room. There was no hum like what a machine or a refrigerator made and only the light above made such a sound.<br/><br/>Suddenly, lights from across the room turned on as she saw a door opening. In this case there was nothing to be afraid of, but Heather still wasn't going to come out from behind the obelisk to meet her visitor. Out came a man with long brown hair, though not as long as her, for her locks ended where her waist was. He looked young and was wearing the same clothes as she were, although it was to fit his size. He was at least a foot taller than her, but his youth told her that he was of no threat, but looks could be deceiving. Heck, he could be the sole person that got her here and locked her in. Still not coming out from behind the obelisk, she called out to the man. "Hey don't come any closer, motherfucker," she swore. "Just stand there and tell me who you are and why you got me stuck in this weird-ass condo."<br/><br/>Heather realized this guy could be one of those subtle serial killer type people. Innocent from afar but up close, they do weird things to you. It fit the description. She was his victim and she was trapped here with him. The more distance from the guy the better. Heather wasn't going to be friendly that easily, not when she suddenly woke up as a woman. This could be all a dream with no way of waking up.