Currently, there’s a strange person guiding me through a hall.
This feels like a situation that would normally raise flags.
But the truth is, she doesn’t remember how she got here, or who she’s with, or where else there could possibly be to go.
A few minutes ago, in a sterile room, a voice came over a speaker. “Heeeello, Player 60!” it said. “Welcome to the games! Here, you’ll be participating in--”
-- A gameshow? For some reason, it didn’t entirely surprise her. That makes sense, actually crossed her mind.
The same sort of feeling occurred when she noticed the string of faded numbers attached to her. What? and That makes sense. As she listened to the voice explain what she was doing here, she watched the numbers flicker and change, rapidly counting up and up. Between them, a few more numbers squirmed between the cracks of the rest-- Oddly counting up, and then down, and up again. One of such numbers felt fine. The other felt her eyes narrowing, the slightest bit. What? and That makes sense.
As the welcome speech closed, a [ person? ] came in, who would take her to what was meant to be her room. While walking a little in front of them, her eyes kept swaying back-- The number attached to them was much smaller. Much, much smaller. It was hard not to notice the weights attached, though.
They stopped in front of a door-- Her door. And as her hand wrapped around the knob, they began to leave without a word. She watched them, and began to notice figures in the distance, each, themselves, with numbers. Up, up. She couldn’t help but stare for a while, but sent herself to her room soon enough.
