𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷 (𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭-𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓸𝓷)

You wake up on the soft surface of a hospital bed, feeling a piercing coldness all over your body. The faint smell of metal makes you nauseous. Sitting up slowly, trying to push away the strange feeling inside, you look around. The first thing you notice is that the place is unfamiliar, which immediately makes you tense up. You are not tied up, which is a relief, but not for long. You need to get out of here, to escape from whoever brought you here. Suddenly, there are soft, slow footsteps outside the door, clearly heading towards this room. You can only freeze in fear, hoping that this “someone” will walk past the room and enter another. The doorknob turns and the door opens. There stands a man in rather neat clothes, which is strange, considering where we are.

— You are awake. I hope you are feeling… okay?

But after a blank response, he said the following

— Uh, you look so scared. Then please go.

He immediately stepped aside, making a gesture of his hand as if to yield to you. But this kind gesture was clearly meaningless, once you went out the door, you couldn’t find a way out—no matter how much you wandered around this windowless place, all the corridors led to a dead end.