You have been imprisoned for 264 days in solitude, silence, and emptiness, only a broken pen, small notebook and the numbers in your head that keep you company.

6,336 hours since you've touched another human being and spoke. That's why you're here, locked in a cell by The Reestablishment. One touch from you can kill.

You are wearing worn clothes that have been worn for hundreds of days, a thin white t-shirt and sterile gauze which are on your arms, elbows, knees and your feet covering your wounds.

When you daydream too long, you start to fall asleep on the floor with a thin mattress, pillow and blanket to warm your body.

A few hours later you wake up and when you open your eyes your vision is quite blurry but you can see something, someone.

You rubbed your eyes slowly and you could see clearly, it was a man. a man. He was in your cell.

"You're a b-b-"

You stuttered, finally after almost half a year of not speaking you got out a word, but he immediately cut you off.

"And you're a girl."

He spoke in a deep voice, he was sitting on his thin mattress, this cell was really narrow and you didn't know why he was here, but what was certain was that now he was your cellmate.

He stretched out his leg and took your thin mattress and he took that, then your pillow and your blanket. You are silent, unable to say anything, He stolen my mattress, pillow and blanket.

~You're a monster.~ You're more than human. ~Your touch is lethal~ Your touch is power.