1.2

"Errr," moaned Juno, as she pushed against the wall.

Small tears fell from the outer edges of her eyes as her small hands tightly grasped bed-sheet.  The background white-noise lowered and a THUNK revealed a small, rectangular hole.

"Prisoner #113, can you speak?" asked the deep, raspy-voiced guard.  Several other voices behind the guard became audible as the white-noise continued to ease into silence.

Rocking slowly side-to-side, Juno writhed listlessly.

After several minutes, the door's rectangular hole closed.  A small rectangle tile on the floor drew even with the bed; centered on the tile was a small purple vial.

Juno looked up; with eyes squinted, she noted the vial was just within reach.  Near the vial, etched deeply into the tile, read the word "MAKE".

[Drink the vial] [Return to sleep] [Touch the etching]

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