Keikane-Haiiro

Day 5 113. Start up. Oh, in the same white room again... "Number 19, was it...?" Ah. A different voice today. "Today is your awakening." I watched the woman step into the room. Her clear glasses had a glint from the bright lamp at the ceiling. My eyes concentrated the color of her uniform. White. White white white. Oh, what color was this...? It was new. Black. Her... Hair. I have hair, too. It is the color of sweet sweet blueberries. Her footsteps rung in my ears as she sepped foreward. C-lack. C-lack. What type of footwear was this...? Shoes with an enlargened heel. Ah. High-heels. My eyes held the same glare in the same direction. The