A few seconds afterwards, the same man from that wretched place showed up on the palm of my hand. Then, I realized that the gloves are like communication devices. The man in the suit was standing in front of the white that was already there. Almost in a matter-of-fact sort of way, he said, "I gather that you've taken in your surroundings. This is a jungle, obviously, however, it isn't your average Amazon. My colleagues have created creatures that scour the jungle. If you need to identify a creature, you can press the button that you pressed to answer my call. Then, you can enter data about the creature. You're a strong girl. " He smirked and then continued, "I believe that you will not give up. Good luck. "

Why does it seem like he cares about me, when he trapped me in a cell for fifteen years?  While shaking my head in confusion  I mumbled, "None of this makes any sense. "

I felt like I had a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to grow up too fast. Like I wasn't given a choice.

I picked myself back up off the ground and put myself together. To this day, I'm not sure how I did that. I had my world crushed. I broke out of that godforsaken cell, only to be trapped in a forest. A forest, which isn't even natural!