There is a boyish girl sitting in her cell, contemplating with herself while surrounded by a huge stack of psychology books that she probably requested from the prison guard. She was shuffling round and about different pages, and then hitting her head as it starts to ache with her hand

Goddamn it.. who am I?.. Who am I?... What am I?.. What's wrong with me?.. Why can't I just be normal?...

She grits her teeth, stressed, she didn't noticed the presence approaching her