[Ishu]

November 21st, Knoxville.

The room was completely white as were the coats and outfits of those who were designated to the area. There were clear monitors easing down from the ceiling or being held up from the floor on what looked like a mechanical stem. There were two little tray tables on each side of her with different pieces of equipment and surgical tools though it didn't appear that any of them had been used. A small plethora of syringes lay amongst the tools as well, filled with different drugs for possible emergency scenarios... or it was all one big, fucked up experiment.

She lay there on what looked like a table-bed shaped like a bean or a pea pod. It was white, like everything else, and had electrical padding on the inside. It kept her comfortable and might have even massaged her body using electrical currents or, maybe, it actually electrocuted her like a therapy or a torture. The items in the room could have been taken so many different ways and no one would be the wiser to the truth.

As for the girl laying in the room, well, she was hard to spot as she almost completely blended in with the room. Her hair and clothes were completely white. Her skin was hardly a shade or two darker and her eyes were... closed. Their color would be impossible to determine unless she opened them or someone pried them open themselves to have a look. Her attire was simple; what looked to be a nightgown but white and similar to something you'd find in a hospital. It had long sleeves and covered everything except her hands, neck, face and from below the knee down. She wasn't even wearing shoes or socks. It was unlikely she was ever moved from this spot.

The screens beeped and flashed information at a constant rate. Her heart rate was low, as usual, and a little mask lacking any kind of straps had been positioned over her nose and mouth to, most likely, keep her sedated and asleep. Little nodes had been placed around the crown of her skull to keep up on her mental data. Little wires sprouted out of them and went down to a machine that spit out the information. They were easily removable though it would take a few minutes as there were so many.

No one else was in the room and no one could stop him from slugging her over his shoulder and walking out. Well, until he walked out and found more guards roaming about. But other than that, he was pretty much solid.