The room was dark, huge. Encompassing the entire circular room was another room, & encompassing that room, another. She knew exactly how many rooms were being encompassed by each other, but that fact was so trival, there would b no use to share it w/ anyone, because no one would care enough to want to find out.
She walked thru the room w/ purpose, her shiny black, pointy-heeled stilettos making a resonating sound bounce off the walls. But there was no one there to hear that sound, except her. She was all alone.
Her footsteps were steady, & as she made her way to the wall, she reached out her hand to touch it. Running her fingers over the miniscule lights that were patterned all over the entire wall, she read some of the names that the lights surrounded. Feveb, Gene; Feveba, Kelly. These people no longer lived.
She called herself Stark, because it was an accurate adjective 4 her personality. She called herself that because she did not know her real name. Nor did anyone else. Because no one else existed.