I'm Anon. I don't know where I am, it's dark and someone's here with me: a girl. She looks about my age. She's pretty, smartly dressed and has a sharp look in her eyes. She seems to be studying me as I study her.
After exchanging several silent glances the girl speaks up.
"Hello," she greets calmly, gazing deeply into my eyes. Her voice is eloquent, and sweet. It eases my anxiety.
"Hey," I respond, consoled by the equanimity present in her tone. "Where am I?"
"You know," she states, matter-of-factly. "You came here willingly."
I furrow my brow, ready to deny her claim, but it strikes me that she's correct. I did come here willingly.
"You needn't be coy," she says, the emotions on her face unchanging. "Talk to me; we can discuss anything, the deepest aspects of our psychology, life, our place in the universe—simply anything."
"Why?" I ask, considering her request.
"So we can better understand each other, of course," she says, calmly. "In turn, we'd better understand our own selves."
I smile at her words, although her face still remains emotionless, serene.
"Alright then," I sigh. "Can I ask you something 'philosophical' then?"
"By all means, please," she nods. "But I'll return my answer with my own inquiry for you.
"Sure" I smile, quickly thinking up a question "If we weren't bound by laws and rules, how would your behaviour change?"
The girl curls her index finger against her pursed lips, in thought for just a moment before she responds.