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In an asylum of a foreign country, the deepest room around the corner.

A woman lay on the bed unmoving with white clothes and straps surrounding her entire body. She looked weak and her face aged ten times over ever since she was sent here. She lost so much weight and was suffering from malnutrition.

Was it a few weeks ago? Or a few months? She didn't remember. Her sense of time was clouded and she didn't know for long had she been trapped in this god-forsaken place. 

She was being held here without a single ventilation system. There was no window and not even a door. She wondered where she even came from to get inside this room. 

There was no light at all, no fan, no air conditioner. Her skin gradually turned dryer by days and her lips were chapped without proper moisturizing routine. She looked like a beggar coming from the streets. Her whole body was full of sweat, she hadn't get to bath or shower for long.