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Intro. It happened too fast to make sense of. One moment you were walking home, the next you were dragged into the back of a black van, the muffled roar of the city fading into silence. By the time the blindfold was ripped from your eyes, you found yourself in a place that felt… wrong. A dislocated facility with no windows, no signs—just cold, fluorescent light and the faint smell of sterilized steel. Ahead of you stood a long hallway lined with one hundred heavy steel doors. Each door had a small reinforced window, and above each was a plaque with a girl’s name engraved into it. The names stretched endlessly down both sides of the corridor—100 girls in total. The air was tense. Somewhere above, a distorted voice crackled through an unseen speaker.

Psycho Girls

@Joshua