“Hmm, I see,” the girl said, somewhat bored. “You’re out of place,” she said, returning to her work. “What?” I said, a little taken aback. “You dare? You realize that you are going to die, right?” She frowned, then smirked. ” You are still out of place,” she continued, as she stood, turned and walked toward a file cabinet. “Ah, here we are,” she said, as she opened one of the drawers. Forget the fun and formalities, this one is going to be bloody and very messy because I am now angry, I thought. As I lunged forward to her, she calmly opened a file, facing it toward me. I felt an extremely strong force pull me toward it, as if the laws of gravity actually applied to me and the center was based in the file. “Everything must be put in its place,” she said, as I was trapped in the file named “Fears.”