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You are sketching away at a face.
It’s not even half done, but you can’t get the eyes to look right.
You’re the worst at eyes. Symmetry is overrated.
You just got to adjust that and… the eye shape’s completely off.
Flip it, Just move on to the nose? Nah. You can add eyelashes. That’s something.
And where did the notebook go? Where are you?
You check yourself over. You still have a pencil, and your glasses, thank goodness. You would like to be able to concentrate on what you're reading without headaches wherever you are.
And you are in a white room. Great. Not creepy at all.
You poke the walls. Nothing happens.
(You) “Hello? Is anybody there?”
Well, you might as well keep going.
(You) “Got to say, I’m not a fan of kidnapping. Mind putting me back?”
What sounds like speaker feedback comes out of the wall. You cramp your hands over your ears. It stops.
(You) “Little quieter, please?”
You have your hand at about shoulder level and you lower it a foot. Nothing happens. But the sound doesn't come again
(You) “Alright, cool.”