One day a girl finds herself trapped inside a room without exits. Plucking a handful of thick hair, she forms a brush from her abundant mane. Then the clever girl unearths red liquid from inside her veins. She picks an old wound and bleeds color into the cup of her hand. Once angels skipped over houses marked with blood. First-born sons were spared. No angels were going to save this girl. With the bristles she paints her own way out. Every single thing needed to exit the room comes from her own body.