"You can't get out of here."
Anastasia flinched when she heard that sudden voice come from nowhere.
Instinctively, she took a step backward, her back hitting the frame of the door, warily staring into the small room which only consisted of the bunk bed that was placed by the side. The little spaces contained only a small wardrobe, and two chairs.
The walls weren't painted, which surprised Anastasia since the house looked good in shape.
"You're stuck here like the rest of us," she heard from the very same voice that spoke the first time. "You can never run away!"
"Who said that?!!" Anastasia demanded, then regretting her actions when her head suddenly gave a bang, as if a tower clock had just chimed in her ears.
She had to place her hand on her bandaged head and took a few breaths to endure the pain as she continued to scan the room.
