There was a door to the room. She checked it. It wasn't locked. However, outside all she saw was what looked like a giant warehouse full of items. Neatly stacked barcoded boxes. Furniture.
She wandered around and came across a room that looked like some kind of photo lab. There was no one at work in it, but she saw several images on the screen and next to the printing machinery.
They were pictures of her. They must have been photoshopped, because it was her as she looked now, with people from school she sort of recognized, but didn't know.
There was a laminated school ID that even though it had recently been printed, looked as if it was months old.
Tina made a surprised noise. They were...manufacturing a lie. A lie about her.
