Research Centre (3)

As of yet Keira didn't have a concrete plan and so she went to the other door, and like she suspected, it was a bathroom. A very luxurious one with a walk-in jet shower, a sunken bathtub fit for more than four people and one of those electronic toilets. It had everything she needed. Like before everything was firmly embedded to the walls. Nothing could be used as a weapon. 

There were no towels either, and on closer inspection of the shower, there was some setting named 'dryer'. Seriously, this was a little too suspicious! Why was this place so well put together? 

Keira glanced at the mirrored wall behind the sink, her expression matching her thoughts—what the f. It became clear that her initial thoughts about the clothes she had woken up in were right. She was in a light-grey scrub, the v-neck top using popper buttons to put on and remove efficiently and her trousers baggy and comfortable. Her hair was a little on the greasy side and complexion pale.