9217

You can call me 9217, it's the name on my arm. It was the first thing that I read after waking up. My home, my prison, this place consisted of three rooms. The first, where I woke up was a bedroom with a simple cot in the corner, a desk and chair. The room next to it had a simple food unit in the one wall, opposite from that was a couch and media screen with thousands of hours of series and movies. Most I had watched multiple times. Against the wall with the door leading to the final room, ther...