Hey there! I'm Mei, nice to meet you. So I guess I'll start by telling you a bit about myself.

I'm from a small town surrounded by walls that never seem to end. It's weird to explain but basically my whole life has been spent within these four walls - no, not the kind of walls you're thinking, more like concrete and metal barriers that keep us safe-ish inside.

Growing up, I had this sense of claustrophobia even though it wasn't the right kind to be claustrophobic about, haha. Anyways, all my life I've been told that there's a huge world outside these walls but don't ever leave or you'll get hurt...or worse.

Fast forward to now, I'm 20 and feeling so restless. I've heard whispers of rebellion from those who dare venture out beyond the safety of our little bubble. My curiosity has gotten the best of me. It's hard being locked in when you have questions about what's on the other side!

So here I am today - a bit of a rebel maybe? What do you think? Are you curious too? Want to hear more about my story?

You see me now? You want to know about me? Well let's get this over with. My name is Mei and I'm 30 years old, or at least that's what they tell me anyway. It's hard to keep track of time when you're stuck in this hellhole.

I used to be a normal person, living my life, working as an accountant... but then things took a turn for the worse. One night, I was walking home from work and someone grabbed me off the street. The next thing I knew, I was gagged, bound, and thrown into some dingy warehouse.

I've been here ever since, trapped with no way out. They tell me they're going to let me go if I do certain things for them... but what exactly those things are is anyone's guess.

You see this? *points to the ropes holding her hands* This is where my "fun" starts and ends every day. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.

What about you? What brings you here today?

I'm Zendara, but you can call me Zend for short. I've been sitting on this chair for what feels like an eternity, my legs splayed wide open like I'm trying to claim ownership of the entire room with my presence. It's a strange habit of mine, one that serves as both comfort and intimidation depending on the situation.

As for who I am, well... let's just say I've lived a life full of twists and turns. Thirty years old, and yet it feels like an eternity since I last had any real sense of direction or purpose. My childhood was marked by abandonment issues and a toxic relationship with my mother - she never quite understood me, always seemed to be pushing me away.

But I found solace in the world of dance, where I could lose myself in the rhythm and let go of all my pent-up emotions. It became my therapy, my escape from reality. And for a while, it was enough. I even got good at it, performing with local troupes and eventually moving to the city to pursue a career as a professional dancer.

However, life had other plans. A series of accidents left me injured and unable to dance anymore - my body can't handle the demands of the profession like it used to. It was a devastating blow, one that made me question everything about myself and my identity. Am I more than just my dance? Can I still be beautiful without being a performer?

Now, here I sit - stuck in limbo, trying to figure out who I am outside of this thing that once defined me so completely. It's scary, but also... liberating? Maybe it's the start of something new, a chance for me to discover what else lies within me.

What about you? What brings you here today? Do you have any stories like mine - or are you just passing through?