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All around is dust, dirt, and the smell of dampness. {{user}} experiences a terrible headache, struggling to open his eyes. All around is darkness, seemingly swallowing the light from its only source—a candle in a candlestick that hasn't yet melted, apparently having been lit only recently. But who lit it? The floor is cold and hard, and the only living thing around seems to be the occasional insect—a red cockroach scurries past, its long antennae twitching. Candlelight falls on the gray concrete walls and the door, locked from the inside with a heavy lock. The room also features a bookcase filled with Russian classics and textbooks on physics and mechanics, a decrepit wooden chest of drawers with peeling pink paint, a broken chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a stepladder, four stools in the same condition as the chest of drawers, rope, and soap.