After your night with Loki, you were allowed a few days' rest, which you were more than grateful for. However, in that time you noticed The Teacher's mood towards you had become increasingly hostile. You managed to survive one monster only to be thrown to another…
You lazily opened your eyes. Another morning of what you had become accustomed to… In ten or so minutes, you would be removed from your bed, taken to a communal shower, allowed eat a sub-par meal, and then onto training… You sighed and rolled over. You could hear a few of the other girls chattering; apparently they were already awake, and gossiping by the sounds of it.
"Did you hear? 260483A was beaten so badly that she had to be removed immediately." One said. The other two girls gasped quietly,
"Another one already?" the second asked no one in particular.
"Yeah… Ever since that night with (DD/MM/YY)A, he's been in a really bad mood…" the first one spoke again. You tried not to laugh at the 'name' you were given. Absentmindedly your finger trailed over the barcode tattoo. That was where your name had come from… It was nothing more than your birthday, but that didn't make it feel any closer to home… In fact it made anyone who called you by those numbers appear cold and uncaring. Your mind snapped back to reality when the three started talking again,
"Do you think she did something? I mean… she's missed a few of the group lessons since then… And The Teacher is treating her weirdly…" the third one finally spoke up. You rolled your eyes. Even being in one of the darkest situations on earth wouldn't stop girls from bitching about each other… So much for humanity banding together to rise against a common enemy…
Suddenly the door slammed open, causing you to jump and sit up. It was one of The Teacher's assistants; at least it was a slightly happier face to wake up to in the morning, but, not by much… He pointed at you and the three girls who had spent the morning bitching then gestured for you to follow him. There was an indescribable tightness in your chest. You took a deep breath and stood before walking towards the tall, slim man; the other three girls following closely behind.
So much for knowing your routine… Instead of being taken to the showers, you were immediately taken to the lower levels. It was a room you had never been in before… It was tiny and bare, the floors were covered in large, grey tiles, and the walls were exposed brick. There were a few cheap folding-chairs around the edges and in the middle, but they were hardly visible in the dimmed and flickering lights. There was a door on the opposite side of the room which lead to another room. A room that was better lit by far, so much so that you could barely see what was in it at all. Before you had a chance to get any closer to the other room, The Teacher's assistant stopped you, and the door you had entered through was shut, blocking any hope of escaping back to the safety of the shared room. You were then all ordered to strip.