Bad Day

The lights came on, buzzing with their electric noise. "Who are you?" said a voice from the distance. "I-I don't know." "Who are you?" the voice repeated. "My n-name, my name is Cassandra." I looked around, through the glare of the fluorescent lights. There were no windows, no doors; I was alone. "Cassandra, do you know why you are here?" "N-no." "Treason."