Dr. Shannen Brice hurried out her car and into the building. His reddish hair wasn't as soaked as she thought. She fixed her coat, her black/reddish blouse and white skirt, and her badge. Upon walking in, the air was instantly tense. A sudden chill went through her body as he heads towards the security gate. Security Guard Luis Greyword, a somewhat obese man with the hygiene like a pig's, well that's what Dr. Brine thought she she swiped her badge at the gate and entered.

"Evening toots, another day at this shithole..." Luis grumbles as he eyed up Dr. Brine's skirt.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, Luis. Do you want a repeat of last week again?" Hissed Brine.

"Tch, this is why no one wants to fuck ya..stupid bitch.." Luis growled as he turned towards the camera footage. Dr. Brine huffs before heading to the elevator. Once inside, Brine looked at the elevator buttons.

There's 12 buttons in total. They are Floors 1-9, Basement, Morgue, and her destination....

SB-3; Sub-Basement 3, the "Quiet Halls". Brine hovers her finger over the button. Then...click...

A...white room...with white floors...white table...white chairs...a single white door. There is a white glass, I can't see the other side, but I k ow they can see me....they are watching me....they always are...then they look too closely and get hurt...

The door open and a woman walked in. The red on her practically was bold against the...emptiness...of the room I was placed in. My eyes followed her movements, which seems to make her...uneased...but she shrugged it off. She sat at the other chair...

"Hello, my name is Dr. Shannen Brine, and I'm here to talk to you about the early events of today."

Her voice...soft...yet stern... I can tell this isn't the first rodeo...there's something about her eyes... not just that they are a nice misty green...but...there's something...more behind them..

"Now, shall we begin?... For starters, do you have a name?"

Ugh...these same questions, nothing new, always the same...I stayed quiet...not to be rude...but I don't remember if I was even named...

"It says here that you entered the hospital when you where young...not much of doctors notes to go by... but doesn't hurt to make new notes..."

She starts writing down in a notepad...the sounds of her pen scratching its surface...its annoying, they all do it...

"Do you have family, sir?"

Family... such an odd concept...I looked to her hand...there was a faint line around her ring finger...yet she wore no band to prove of status...interesting...she writes more down..

"What happened to those five other people, sir?"

Now I looked directly at her eyes... she flinched slightly but recovered well...jumpy like that means...only a certain thing...

"Did you kill those people? Were they hurting you? Were they hurting themselves?"

I looked at her face... mid 20s maybe early 30s... thin in some areas...lack of sleep shows under those ...mysterious eyes...

"Are you going to answer my questions, sir?"

"..."

"-sigh- very well then, we will try again tomor-"

"Nine..."

"Um...what?"

"Nine...called...nine..."

"Nine...very well, Nine, I will hope you like to talk more tomorrow...our session is over for today. Didn't realize how the time flew by so fast.."

"It happens when your mind isn't here..."

"..."

She stood up and left. I am alone once more in this white room...I looked down at the red on me...now I'm the one who looks bold in this empty room...I couldn't help but smile...more minds to learn from...more time for me...