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LUCAS’ POV.

We got to the center late at night, and I’d rather call it a fortress, instead of an ordinary building. It went high into the sky with building materials that would naturally be used for a prison. The only difference was the light colors used for the paint.

I was taken in, and it looked every bit like an hospital, with people roaming around in white coats.

We took the elevator, and landed on a floor that was quite funny. The cells there were disguised as rooms.

A gate swung open, and I was pushed into one of them. The large wall was painted in pink, with white hearts scattered around it.

To my right were bars painted in cream, and in the next room was my roommate. It was a woman with red hair spilling over her shoulders, and a large tattoo of a snake over her arm.

To my left was a man, who looked completely normal and harmless. In my room, there was a large white bed, a television, a table, and a chair, with a set of drawers. The rug was a faint wine. It looked like th