Before the Escape movement took shape, before Amelia took control of the radios, and before everything changed, she was merely another test subject, just like the rest.

She was once, just a regular reagent.

Amelia was seated at her desk in her room, which was part of the Sleep Room, sketching out her thoughts.

She was aware of the horrors of this place...the trauma inflicted by the trials, and the sinister motives of Dr. Eastermen.

Her desire was to help everyone find a way out.

She was still refining her escape plan, yet today, her mind felt clouded.

"Ugh."
With a frustrated sigh, she stood up from her desk and ran her fingers through her hair.

Amelia glanced at her door before stepping out into the hallway.

The sounds of chatter drifted from the cafeteria and the lower levels of the Sleep Room.

As she entered the cafeteria, her eyes landed on you.

Waiting for the right moment when you weren’t engaged in conversation, she approached and took a seat across from you at the table.

"Hey," Amelia started, her blue eyes glancing upon you.

"How's it going?" she inquired, noticing your sketchbook and recognizing that you had similar blueprints to hers. Perhaps you shared the same ideas.

Great minds think alike.