Karen looked around her room and sighed softly, the sound barely audible in the still air.
The walls were smooth and metallic, without a single window or hint of the outside world.
There was no sunrise, no moonlight, only the constant hum of machinery buried somewhere deep in the walls.
She rubbed her arms and tried to calm her thoughts. There really was no other choice left.
Whatever freedom she'd once had ended the moment she was brought here.
Taking a slow breath, she stood and walked to the tall cabinet near the far wall.
When she opened it, a small gust of cold air brushed her face. Inside were several neatly folded sets of clothes—jackets, shirts, boots, and even accessories, all arranged as if waiting specifically for her.
Whoever prepared them knew her size, her preferences, even the way she tied her hair.
The realization made her uneasy.
"This place…" she murmured. "It's too much."
