She's been squirming ever since she woke up in these bindings, yelling for whatever idiot decided to drag her here against her will. Kyouko knows what this place is -- well, kind of. It's got the feel of a doctor's office, but there's something about it adds a strange sense of fear. It doesn't matter, though. Once she gets out of here, she's going find the asshole responsible for this. The moment she feels the vibration in her pocket is the same moment she finds herself freed from the straps, and Kyouko scrambles to stand up immediately.

"Congratulations! You've been chosen to partake in the Human Regenesis Program..."

Digging her hand into her pocket, she fishes out the cell phone and flips it open a few times, checking out the keyboard. It's kind of cool. Not that this makes her any more okay with having to listen to the voice coming through it. "Hey, shut up! You're really annoying! Why won't this turn off..." Kyouko ends up listening when pressing buttons proves useless, the phone to her ear and a frown set on her face.

"... happy travels!"

Snapping the phone shut, she snorts, eyes closed as she shoves it back into her pocket. She folds her hands behind her head and walks toward the door, opening one eye to peer down at the pamphlets she passes by. She doesn't catch the titles. Doesn't care.

"Whatever, I'm not reading anything. I got shit to do." ... like finding Sayaka. "Thanks for the phone." Reaching out for the door handle, she tugs. Nothing. Another tug and still nothing. She's opened her eyes now, frustration already beginning to get the best of her. A push door, maybe? She shoulders the door, putting all of her weight on it, but all she gets from that is a sore shoulder. This is getting more and more annoying by the second.

"Hey! This is really starting to piss me off!" Kyouko slams her fists against the whitewashed doors until she grows tired of it, dragging her clenched hands down the metal with a scowl on her face, mumbling a swear under her breath. It's then, when she turns away, that she finally sees it: the world outside. There's no way that this is Mitakihara or even Kasamino. She approaches one of the large glass walls and presses her hands against it. This place is a dump, and that's probably an understatement. What if this is Mitakihara? Did Walpurgisnacht already get here? If that's the case, what happened to the other girls and Sayaka? Right -- those pamphlets. Maybe she should read them after all, get some kind of info on this place. Spying some crackers set aside, she snatches them up and pops one in her mouth, eyes still narrowed as she picks up one of the pamphlets and glances over the title. What to Do If You Aren't Real.

"Tch. What is this, some lame-ass psychology shit?" Thumbing the pamphlet open, she begins to read, eyes darting over each and every word. The further she gets, the wider her eyes become. She grabs at the second pamphlet, worse than the first. Kyouko's hands begin to tremble, brows furrowed and her teeth clenched. The sound of the paper shaking in her hands doesn't exist to her. Only the words on these shitty pieces of paper do.

"What the hell is going on here..." She crumples the pamphlets in her fist, the pointed corners leaving red marks embedded into her hand. The packet of crackers disappears fast, one shoved into Kyouko's mouth after the other until they're completely gone. "Not real my ass... What the hell is this!" In one jerky movement she turns on her heel, storming back toward the door. Raising a booted foot, she kicks at the door which opens with ease now. She's too wound up to make any kind of connection to it all.

"Hey! What the hell is going on!"