Alice

　　I officially hate what I've become.

　　Classical music is playing from an old-school stereo, and Riley is dancing around with me in a room with barely any furniture. She is humming the melody and throwing me around like a rag doll, not caring about the numbing pain in my limbs.

　　In Riley's eyes, I'm a toy, and in mine, I'm a lifeless zombie without a purpose. After hours of compulsion and a night of not sleeping, I'm so exhausted I've forgotten the ...