I've swapped one confinement for another: a white tiled room for a small dark cluttered one. No one opens the door. No one visits me. Yet people are aware I'm in here, not only because according to Sienna a feral looking Unmarked crawling into a cupboard isn't hard to miss but because a blanket and pillow has been tucked into the corner, along with a bottle of water.

The only time I leave my solitude of darkness is when it's time to deliver Grey a meal. I grab a plate of food from the kitchen staff who prepare it in advance and keep it warm due to my fake compliments and praise. Placing it in front of Grey, I order him to eat then leave quickly only to return to my cupboard where I'm tormented by nightmares.

Occasionally, when the images and flashbacks become to much I walk along the corridors avoiding the patrolling guards and the curious stares of wannabe leaders and ex inmates whilst also trying to evade the terrors which are desperate to engulf me.

Annabelle accosts me whenever I venture out of the false safety of my cupboard. With her sympathetic eyes and words of encouragement I'm aware she's realised I'm not coping but I don't care. As soon as she asks to undertake checks I make my excuses and return to my cupboard knowing the only thing waiting for me there are more nightmares which will leave me shaking and lashing out at my surroundings.