Thirteen-year-old Ishma kept her arm around the shoulder of her eight-year-old sister Crema. They were both thin, but not famished looking. They both possessed long dark black hair and an olive-tone complexion of European origin. Their facial features reflected a sibling similarity, with the same dark brown eyes and the aquiline nose. Over the past few months, they moved around from one place to another, without any explanation as to why or where they were. Each move seemed accompanied by an act of killing; called tests by the people who controlled them. They were currently in a large area filled with chairs. The only access to the room was through a locked door that only opened from the outside. The quiet sounds of the air conditioning and the mechanized motion of the monitoring camera as it swept left and right, filled the air. “I’m hungry,” Crema said. “We’ll eat soon.” Ishma assured her. “We can play cards while we wait. Would you—” “I’m hungry!” the younger girl repeated.
