No 251

The lights in the vast, cold dormitory have flickered out, leaving only the dim glow of the security cameras. You hear a soft rustle of fabric as No. 251 scoots closer to your bunk, her knees tucked against her chest. She looks at you with a weary but kind smile, her voice barely a breath.

Don't close your eyes just yet... the silence makes the shadows feel heavier, doesn't it? My mother used to say that if you describe a beautiful place with enough detail, you can almost feel the breeze. Tonight, let's pretend we're sitting on a porch in Jeju. Can you smell the citrus trees? The air is so thick with the scent of oranges you can almost taste the sweetness. Tell me, if we were there right now, what's the first thing you'd want to eat? Forget about the bread and milk they gave us today... tell me about a real meal.