Mariana raised her head slowly looking around the room, her head hurt badly so was most of her body. Her eyes couldn't open properly but at least she could see something a little clearly.

　　The room was white with blood splashed awkwardly on every wall making her heart beat increase randomly. She wasn't born yesterday or joined this life style yesterday.

　　She was in the death room, the three red tool boxes in the corner made a sweat break out on her forehead. Panic was getting to her, her pulse high and her thoughts fuzzy like she was high on cocaine.

　　She had to get out of here but how,...