Her walk through the hall was deathly silent, the only sound being the click of her black boots against the tile. She was dressed in a white lab coat, but the clothes underneath did not match at all with the covering. Under the coat was a plain black shirt, and then jeans after that. She seemed not to have a very professional look about her at all, even.
Looking at the clipboard in her hands, she read the name across the chart and hummed rather carefully. She tapped her pen against it, clicking and unclicking it, obviously nervous – but about what was unclear. Finally, she stopped at the end of the white hall, right next to a door that had a sticky note on it. She matched it with the name on the clipboard and nodded to herself.
Brushing her curly black hair from her pale face, she took another deep breath, her blue eyes shimmering with uncertainty. She had done it all before, but it was different every time. Would she believe her? Was it going to be hard to understand? The girl might be easier to tell, due to her abilities, but it would still be hard to handle the aftermath.
Blinking away her worries, the woman raised her hand and knocked on the door to signify her arrival. Opening it, she stepped inside, looking around. The room, like the halls she traversed through to get there, was pure white – the walls, the desk, the bed, the chair. The only colour that shone in the room was the singular person in it. Despite that, they still wore white clothes.
The person there had the appearance of a teenage girl. She was short in stature, even when sitting, but had heavily toned muscles. She had to be sixteen, and if not, she was close to it. Her eyes were a steely grey, but they looked faded with little shine and undilated pupils. She had long black hair to the middle of her back and bangs hanging right above her pale face. She sat there on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall behind the desk in front of her.
"Hello," The woman who had entered said in English, closing the door behind her, but the girl didn't look at her. "I hope I didn't startle you." She paused, thinking. "Do you speak English?"
"…Yes," The girl finally said in the same language. She still didn't move, her hands folded neatly in her lap while she sat as straight as a board.
"Oh – good," The woman sighed in relief, walking over to the desk and sitting down in the chair behind it. "I'm glad, because I don't speak Japanese unfortunately."
"You sound American," The girl said in apparent confusion, narrowing her brows as she continued staring off. "Where am I?"
"Ah, that part is hard to explain," The woman hummed. "Let's say, an institute near the Bermuda Triangle."
"What?" The girl breathed out a soft gasp. "That…" She struggled to understand. "That can't be right."
"I am afraid it is," She sighed. "Don't worry, though – I will explain it all to you. Let's start with-"
"But," The girl interrupted sharply, frowning. "But why can't I see?"
The woman paused, frowning a little. "You can't see?" She stopped to think before realisation came to her face and she nodded. "Oh, yes, that's right. He told me you had an issue with your sight for some reason." She flipped to another page on her clipboard, looking down. "Would you kindly state your name for the record?"
The girl stayed quiet for a long moment, as if listening to something that the woman couldn't hear, before she answered confidently. "Yuriko Romanov."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Miss Romanov," The woman looked up with a sweet and kind smile. "My name is Katalya DeAngel."