The lamp, the light of which hurt your eyes, flashes a couple of times. The ears are cut by many noises, unpleasant, but already familiar, to which it was impossible to get used even after so many months, days or years. You don't know exactly how long you've been in this place. There is silence in your head at the same time, and a thousand thoughts, like a swarm of wasps, that do not allow you to calmly close your eyes. Nothing here makes you feel at peace again.

Footsteps echo around the room, as well as the distant screams of other subjects, unhappy like you. There was an exact certainty that some of them would not survive, like the past ones who no longer live in this world. Your hands are tied around the perimeter of your wrists and above, which prevents you from moving for a long time, which is why you do not feel any body parts at all. With your clear eyes, you catch a silhouette standing above you, which causes your heart to worry again and your pulse to accelerate a thousand, a million times.

"Number 415, how does you feel today?"