The Lab
When they rushed the labs, they expected demons and monsters. Instead, they found human children. The humans were quite adult in age, yet juvenile in their ways. Targeted for their views of the world, their lies of meaninglessness replaced with lies of purpose.
Their adult bodies, a prison made of flesh, imprisoned the souls of broken children within. Their words a prerecorded message of fear described as righteousness.
As the poor scratched at the walls, searching in the darkness for an escape, the scratches of the inner manifest as the scars of the outer.
She thought she was combating an enemy. The enemy was never real.
She thought she was spreading truth. She spewed toxins.
She thought she had found purpose. She had.
She was in the spotlight, and the world was darker for that.