East looked up at the bare-bulb lights in the concrete, well, area as she walked. She had woken up in a cold room on an uncomfortable cot, still in her brown sweater dress.

She had no recollection of how she got here, aside from seeing a strange man after getting lost on a camping trip. So perhaps she had… passed out? Or was this part of an elaborate dream she often had?

The suffocating quality of the air seemed to hint at the notion that this was not a dream, and was, in fact, real. Plus, the stark lighting that hurt her eyeballs was a bit too real of a pain.

If she had been captured, then the lack of guards around her room – labeled 51 – wouldn't be there. Plus she wouldn't be allowed to wander these strange halls unsupervised. She knew enough to understand those basic rules.

“Hallo.”

East stopped in her tracks. That voice was familiar but… feminine. She turned towards the source of the voice and found herself to be almost eye-level with a woman.

Same waxy complexion and same hair color as the man. Though she did have mid-back length hair. But her attire and eyes were different. And there weren't any signs of a halo of any sort.

The woman's attire was a simple ankle-length pale purple dress with a simple gray collar, while her eyes were black with white irises and black slit-like pupils. She was shorter than the man, and was only a couple centimeters taller than East.

“Did Auschwitz allow you to wander?” The woman asked, walking forward silently with her head tilted to the side slightly.

Auschwitz… The name rang a bell for East, but she didn't know what they looked like, let alone whether they were a person.

“Who?” East asked, taking a few steps back, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Auschwitz, mein Bruder,” The woman clarified, tilting her head to the other side.

That was when East saw that the woman was missing one of her simple silver stud earrings. That was similar to the one found belonging to Birkenau six years ago.

“A-are you-” East stammered, terror rising up into her throat, making it hard to speak. “Birkenau?

The woman – possibly Birkenau – paused, before nodding her head once. “Yes, I am Birkenau. Auschwitz is the one who found you.”

“Y-you-” East sputtered, backing away a lot more now. Why were they here? Of all places?