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Scratching the top of her head, she entered the room. She felt uneasy in it. As if the Subject knew someone was coming in. How could he sense the presence of anyone if he was sleeping? There he was, lying his bed, in the same position as the one Sunny had seen him on the television. Anyways, she was there to gather information about him. Any information.

Sunny walked here and there in the room, her eyes locked on the body, in case he were to move.

“What to do?” She moaned, bored. She inspected the face of the young man, his blond strands of hair hiding parts of it.

“What can you tell me?” She asked him, though she knew he wouldn’t answer her.

Sunny was about to turn around and leave when she felt a grip on her wrist. He was holding her! Quite firmly! Frightened, she looked at his face, his black emotionless eyes piercing through her. Her body reacted first: she was shaking her arm, the folder attacking him wherever it could. Snatching her hand away from him, she escaped from him, not sure why he had reacted in such a way. What a stressful first encounter!

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Kenna was the last one to visit her Subject. She had been watching the girls come and go, trying to understand who these boys were, what had been the girls’ reactions upon meeting them. No face gave away any emotion on their return. It looked like she would be alone on this.

Grabbing her folder lying on her bedsheets, Kenna got up and walked past Rebecca who was cooking some soup in the kitchen booth hidden by a giant wall. She turned left and right two times in a row. Pacing the corridors, she found out her Subject’s room, the one on the corner. What was she going to discover? What was she supposed to discover?

Opening the door, Kenna silently entered and spotted what she had been looking for: the bed and the man. She stopped dead when she noticed that the man’s eyes were open. Was he awake? He didn’t move. She didn’t move. Kenna felt her breath itch in her chest. What now? How should she react? ‘As usual’, her mind told her.

Gulping down, Kenna approached the man, before being startled by him sitting up on his bed. No word echoed. Her chest was hurting way too much from lack of air. The smile on the young man’s lips was the reason. One that would haunt her forever. The most welcoming one she had seen in her entire life.

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Half an hour after receiving the reports about the six subjects, Sarang joined the nurses in their Dorm. Each was doing a different activity, it being writing, reading or daydreaming. She had been pleased with the reports, more than she thought she would. The girls were professionals, and there was no denying it. This team would work out the therapy of the nine young men. She had been the one who had selected the six girls. Although there were more Subjects than doctors, things were, for the moment at least, going on well. No incident had surfaced in the reports. Sarang knew that all the truth would not be written down in the folders. That the girls were hiding from her pieces of information, as much as she was keeping a secret the most important one from them: the nature of the group members.

Sarang looked at Sunny. She had to deal with the potentially most dangerous of them all. Subject Number 88 would need more treatment than the others.

“I have some remarks to make regarding your work.” She addressed the girls, who all turned to face her.

“I have been informed that some of you are getting too concerned. Let me remind you that these are Subjects, and that you only need to watch over them. Nothing more.” Sarang stated, her face blank. Being impartial was crucial to their work. She had to hammer it again and again for them to understand. For them not to reproduce the same exact error she had done in the Maze. None of the nurses blushed though some were the direct recipients of these words.

“You are being watched 24/7. Never forget it.” Sarang had whispered, her head hung low, as if it were a secret. It wasn’t, of course, yet her own boss, the man in the yellow suit, shouldn’t be informed about this warming.

Sarang walked to Sunny and handed her a flask containing a green solution.

“This is an addition to what you should administer to Subject Number 88. For at least, the first three days.” Sunny nodded and took the flask she shook in front of her eyes. The others didn’t need it. They weren’t as unpredictable as he was.

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