~Prologue~

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I slowly open my eyes and wake up in shock on a white bed. "What the hell? How did I get here?" I look around, trying to understand my surroundings.

The first thing I notice is the glass wall. Am I in an experiment patient room? There was also a toilet in front of the door. Talk about no privacy. I got up from the bed and headed for the door. If I'm being experimented on, I don't want to be here for long.

I walked out the door, which surprisingly is unlocked, and saw a male, slightly taller than me, walking towards a ladder.

"Hey- uh, you! Person over there!" I called out. The guy turned to me and stopped. The guy had on a black jacket with a white shirt under it. He also had on ripped jeans and white shoes, along with a black baseball hat that covered his brown hair.

"Hey! I didn't know more people were here. Do you have an idea where we are?" He asked. I shake my head. Neither of us know where we are or how we got here. "I think we're patients being experimented on. I had just woken up in an experiment room. But surprisingly the room wasn't locked. . ." I told him. "Yeah, I did too! Strange right?. . . Oh yeah!" He spoke as he forgot something. "I'm Hunter!" He said as he stuck out his hand for a handshake. "I'm Ezra, let's both look for a way out!" I said as I shook his hand. "Ezra. . . That's a really unique name!" Hunter complimented. "Thank you!"

We climb up the ladder, since the other end of the hall is a dead end. When we got to the top we saw a small area that connected to a hallway. It had a lot of screens, the size of tvs, and lots of papers and files scattered on the table.

There, a female, seemed to be operating a control panel. She had on a green jacket with black and white stripes underneath it. She wore light brown loafers and her jeans were rolled up to her knees. She also had slightly messy black hair and silver gray glasses.

"Hello you two." She didn't even turn around and look at us, yet she still knew we were there. "Hi there! What are you doing?" I asked. "Trying to open the exit. . ." She's not the talkative type huh. "Can you tell us your name?" Hunter asked. She had paused pressing buttons before answering his question. "Nicole." Then she went back to the control panel. "She doesn't seem like she wants to talk with us, maybe we should leave her be." I whisper to Hunter. "Yeah, let's go." Hunter spoke quietly and then turned to Nicole, "We're gonna go see if anything opened! We'll come back if we find something!" Nicole didn't reply to Hunter's words and kept her focus on the control panel.

The hallway had two ways to go from the control panel, left or right. "Let's go right! If we go right, then it would be the 'right' way to the exit!" Hunter said confidently. "Heh! I see what you did there!" But don't people usually say left is the right path?

We turned right and came across a male and female sign. These must be the bathrooms. A Lot more private than the experiment patient rooms I bet. "These must be the bathrooms. Let's go check it out!" Hunter said as he walked into the mens bathroom. I don't think we *both* need to explore a bathroom though.

I followed Hunter inside the bathroom, and saw a whole bunch of lockers. "Oh-, these are locker rooms, huh." Hunter said, surprised. I walked up to one of the lockers and noticed there wasn't a lock. Infact, none of them had locks.

"That's odd, none of these lockers have locks. Wouldn't you want your stuff to be kept safe as you shower?" I said loud enough for Hunter to hear. Hunter walked up to a random locker and opened it, "Maybe this locker room isn't used?" As he said that, we noticed towels and clothes similar to what Hunter was currently wearing inside the locker.

"Hey, aren't those yours?" I asked, confused. "No! . . .But they look just like what I'm wearing, and. . . they look like they'd fit me." Hunter took out a white shirt and looked for the tag. "These are in my size-, I guess these are mine." "Well, if your clothes are in here, then this must be your locker. But, why doesn't your locker have a lock?" I asked. "Pfft! Hell if I know. Hey! If I have a locker, maybe you do too!" Hunter replied. "Yeah, you're right!"

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