The lights came on, buzzing with their electric noise.
“Who are you?” said a voice from the distance.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Who are you?” the voice repeated.
“My n-name, my name is Cassandra.”
I looked around, through the glare of the fluorescent lights. There were no windows, no doors; I was alone.
“Cassandra, do you know why you are here?”
“N-no.”
“Treason.”