WHERE SAFETY ENDS

I woke up in a room made of white, but all I can remember is the void filled with black. I look around to find people sitting at the tables, therefore, I shall approach them.  The boy who is sipping on his DRINK tells me that I ended up in a place called SAFETY, he tells me that everyone here is for the same reason. He does not have a name, neither do I, he refers to himself as NUMBER 35. Apparent…