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You awaken to darkness. You, a young woman, that is, late teens, probably, you never really cared much about it after you turned Sixteen. You awoke from a rapidly fading dream, a nightmare, screaming, fire, people shouting things, people - doctors, sticking needles into... you think it was you but you can't remember. You're glad it's over at any rate.

>Open your eyes.



You open your eyes, it's still dark. That's not overly distressing but something nonetheless makes a cold chill run up your spine. You don't recognize the darkness of the room. The shape is wrong. This isn't your room, or any room you remember falling asleep in. Your eyes dart around the blackness, their are shapes that your suppose are furniture, but you can't recognize them in the darkness.



You scan the darkness, and your eyes fixate on the light across the way, a switch, and some other shapes you can't recognize but your figure that they must be doors, or at least doorways? Maybe. You're rather distressed owing to the circumstances, but your feel like it's best not to panic.

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SpoilerYes, this is the exact same as before, but now with pictures, because after some soul searching, I realized that telling a story without pictures was not one of my strong suits.