[ your hair's a different shade of red tonight. perhaps you recognize it. what you don't recognize is the dark, hidden-away room surrounding you; you're not trapped, just isolated. the Angel of Death wouldn't be caught dead in this casual attire, but somehow, this feels natural to you. it's more durable than it looks.

you're tense. a blank holographic screen appears in front of you. you know instinctively to tap it, to reveal the answers that you seek.

do you? ]