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"This is where you will  be staying," the man says.

The room is small and lightly furnished, with a four corner bed at one end and a dressing table at another. It had a musty smell, as if no one had lived here for a while.

"When will I get a schedule?" I ask. "Where is Meal?"

"Your schedule has not be determined yet," he says after a moment of pause. "Meals will be delivered to you throughout the day."

"There is a lavoratory through that door there," he continues. "You must stay in your room and not disturb anyone as we have important work to do and don't want a child getting under foot."

He sneers, then turns to walk out the door. The iron lock clangs behind him as the door closes, and I can hear him activating all of the locking mechanisms.

As if a door could contain me.

Quickly taking in my surroundings, I note all of the useful things that could be used as weapons. There is a hair brush and pins on  the table, and I regard them with blankness. My hair never ratted or tangled, and I had no use for any hairstyle besides a braid.

There are no windows, but a vent nearby could be used as an escape route. The bedframe's sturdy posts might be useful as a battering ram for the door, but I could pick the locks with no trouble.

I sit down on the bed and prepare for energy conservation. I didn't know when they would feed me, so I had to keep as much energy as possible.

I count to three, and then slip into a haze. 

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I am awakened out of my trance by the sound of the door opening. Immediately I stand up, straight backed and facing the doorway.

It's a new agent, a female with red hair and freckles covering her whole body. She is holding a clipboard and has on work clothes, cotton by the looks of it. She seems to be 32, but stress makes her look older.

"Come with me," she says, then turns around and walks out of the doorway.

I follow, heading into a long corridor with tapestries hanging on the stone walls. They show violent battle scene and pictures of Catastrophe, and I study them as we walk. I knew that Catastrophe had the body of a boy, but the pictures depict him with an expression that is not at all childlike. 

We reach a door and go down yet another long hallway. This one has doors on both sides, and various noises come from each. The lady opens one of them and takes me down another hallway.

Finally, we reach another door. The lady opens it and ushers me inside, closing the door softly behind us.

We are in a large reception hall, facing the east wall. The door we entered through seemed to be a side-entrance, and a huge reception doorway looms to our right. The hall is decorated with graceful ice-sculptures, the majority of which blown into splinters.

There is a throne to our left, and on it the boy king reclines. As we come to face him, he sits up slightly and looks me up and down.

"She doesn't look like much," he says, his voice cold. It echoes oddly in the hall, continuing on for several seconds after he speaks. 

"Your majesty, the agent who investiagted the deal assured us that she was more than a force to be reconed with. We have video footage if you would like to view it." 

The lady's voice is small and insignificant compared to Catastrophe's, and I can detect fear in it. It seems like Catastrophe is not a nice boss.

"Yes, I saw the footage," Catastrophe says. "All the same, I would like to see in person hwat she can do. I need a cheer-up after my defeat, and this will provide the perfect opportunity for it. We will organize a challenge for her, something to test her skill."

He looks idly at his nails, then brings his head up.

"Take her away." 

Oh. Wait. Yeah, you're right! *facepalms* Sorry. I've been acting pretty stupidly the past week because I was sleep-deprived. Sorry about that whole argument thing.

Admins, can you please delete my above post? Thanks! 

OK, done.

Admin

Lol, you deleted my post on accident. It was "@Author of Microchip."

I thought it was Author of Microchip asking me to delete her/his most recent comment. I thought that was the Name in the Name field.

Admin

They deleted two. XD

Its ok. It was just me explaining why it's said and written as 0400. Thanks for your time Admin. 🙂