“F-far right group?”

“Well, yes. You have given us reason to believe you are part of the group. Why else would you use gender?”

“Because that’s...normal...”

“We’re moving you to the specialist terrorist unit since we suspect you of being part of 2019”

“But we haven’t done anything wrong! What’s going on?”

They start taking us out of the room. I look at Amaya and once we are out of the building, I scream.

“LET US GO! WE HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING WRONG!” I look at Amaya to do the same thing and we try to get out of their grasp. I suddenly hit the ground and feel a searing pain in my cheek. Everything’s out of focus, but I see sudden movements of another girl. I think she’s Amaya at first but she’s darker, and has on a green top. The figure drags me into a vehicle, and that’s when it goes dark.