T/W: There are mentions of sexual assault as well as sexual abuse, torture, murder, and being forced to do things. This is a warning.

"Destroy it?" Shuichi asked. He seemed more confused than anyone else. I can't say I knew what she meant by funhouse, but I'm sure it must be a terrible place.

She gave a small nod. I noticed that she had scarring on every visible spot of her body. Her face had marks on both her cheeks that seemed to be either burn marks or cuts that have healed over time. There were marks on her shoulders and around her elbows that looked like spots where stitches were given. I don't want to assume what that must have meant...I have seen some of Maki's scars before and she was kind enough to answer any questions I had about them.

The scars on Maki's body were from the training she had as an assassin as well as from actually doing the act of assassination. I could see the look of regret in her eyes whenever she talked about them, but she seemed to respect them even though she doesn't like how they look.

I did notice that none of Maki's scars looked as recent as the ones on Zoe. Zoe had scars that seemed to be days or even possibly weeks old. She didn't seem to be in any pain...well other than the psychological effects this must have on her.

"Yes. We need to get my family out of there...and then burn it to the ground." She looked to her feet. The change in her gaze was quick and intentional. She wasn't feeling awkward about what she was saying. She was feeling remorse and sorrow for those she had left behind. My pain from leaving our home, and from having to leave behind some people we were friends with came back to my mind in an instant.

A memory of the torment of before slowly came back and forth before my eyes. I didn't want to see them, but I was unable to stop them as the moment was almost beckoning them to surface again. "What is this funhouse you have mentioned?" Her face contorted a bit when she heard the words. Moving her sunkissed hand to tuck a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear she spoke, "The funhouse is a place where horrors live and people go to die."

Simple words left her mouth, but a million questions were threatening to leave mine. "What exactly happens in the funhouse?" Maki chimed in letting our eyes follow the conversation. Going from one speaker to the next almost as if it was a group presentation in school.

"The leaders of the group bring in children whose parents have perished from the virus. Some of them are younger and others are closer to adulthood. The only rule they have for taking people in is they have to be under the age of 20." Shuichi's hand moved around my waist and his nose soon found its way into the crook of my neck. I knew he was just feeling anxious about what she was saying and wanted to not feel anxious about any of us looking at him on top of that. A brief pause allowed her to take in a breath before she continued.

"Most of them happen to be female. I was taken from my sister by the person who goes by 'S'. He is one of the leaders of the funhouse and who they send out to find anyone in need. The person is then taken to the testing center and is put through a simulation where they are subjected to facing all of their fears. This tests for the levels of sadism and masochism in the patient." I found this interesting. I thought about what might have happened if Shuichi and I happened to be younger...and one of the scouts found us and took us in. The thought scared me a bit knowing that in the simulation I would be unable to lie to get out of an uncomfortable situation...as well as the fact that it is a simulation-based on what is in your mind.

"After the test is completed the patient is then given a number which is their new name and they are also given a job. My job was to be an executioner." Her tone was stable as she said this, but I could see the tears welling in her eyes. This must be painful for her to talk about...but we do need the information on the place we are going to break into.

"I've killed hundreds. I know you must think I am a horrible person for doing such things...but I must remind you that the job you are given is what you must do. If I decided to disobey or resist what I was tasked with...I would be subjected to being a test subject for new torture methods they needed to test. This is why my body is so scarred." Her words were cut off as she gestured to her arms as well as her legs. They were showing because of her tank top and shorts she was wearing. I took note of this and was a little proud of myself for noticing her scars. More for the fact that it came from what happened to her in that place than anything else.

"They would cut off my limbs and sew them back on before doing the same thing again the next day. Pieces of my skin were cut off so they could be eaten by the leaders of the funhouse. S, the person who found me took me in as his pet. I should add that when one is chosen to be a pet for one of the leaders or 'masters' you are forced to do anything they say and they get to decide what to do with you. They have full control of you and your body and there is nothing you can do to revolt because of the collars they put on you." She sighed to herself and moved her hair out of the way to reveal her neck. Small marks of skin being burned, scraped, or even stabbed into were scattered across the necklace around her neck. Only she wasn't wearing a necklace, her necklace was made of scars.

"Why would they do these things? What is the motivation behind it?" Shuichi asked. Finally, he moved his head from my neck and looked at Zoe. She looked him dead in the eyes. "I don't know the reasoning...I am sure it has something to do with their ideals." There was a pause. In this pause, my mind asked the question.

What Ideals?

I am almost certain the others asked the same thing to themselves. We all watched Zoe with anticipation. Waiting for the explanation of what their ideals may be. "The leaders of the organization are people who come from wealthy families. They see people who have less than them as toys they can play with and use as they please." Sadness filled her eyes as she began to cry.

"They took everything from me...so please help me end all of them." With a shaky voice and trembling hands she sobbed. Her tears were the sorrow of her trauma from all the torture that she went through. The years she must have been trapped there and forced to murder and torture people...I don't even know what to think. I just know that this needs to stop...and that the funhouse must burn.