( the same question alina can't answer, spinning around inside her brain, a revolving door to an empty room. in the privacy of her room, she sighs, fatigue creeping into her consciousness now that she's exhausted her anger. )
I don't know. A man. Strong. Tall. I couldn't see his face. He wore a mask, like the rest of us. It was red. Or pink. Maybe even orange. I didn't have
no subject
I don't know.
A man. Strong. Tall.
I couldn't see his face. He wore a mask, like the rest of us.
It was red. Or pink. Maybe even orange. I didn't have
( she pauses, a necessary beat. )
There wasn't enough time to get a good look.