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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: FIRST DETENTION
I was asked to strip off my clothes and wear the white, tight, thin suit. I did what I was told. I looked around. The lieutenant escorted me in here. I am now inside a small room, which appears to be the changing area.
I tied my hair up in a tight ponytail, noticing how long they've grown since I got here. I focused on my breathing, calming my nerves. I can't calm down. I can't calm down when I know I am up against something I cannot kill.
I want to run.
There was a knock on the door. Slowly, I walked towards the door and stepped out. A guy in a lab gown welcomed me.
"This way," he said. I strol
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