The Last Breath came fast and solid. Before i knew it the lights had gone out and my blood was seeping deep into the cracks below me. Trying to Crawl was as hard as first learning to walk. Each time I would fall down in a sweat. There wasn’t much time left, this i knew from the large green neon numbers flashing 12:49AM.

Over and over in my head- what happened? WHAT HAPPENED? It isn’t until now I notice the clang of chains around my wrist- nothing heavy but enough to get my attention.

Keys. The Keys.

I can feel the shape and the cold metal against my naked flesh. I don’t see a thing. Just the numbers now flashing 12:56AM. By 1am I HAVE to get out of this room. I don’t know why, I just know what my brain is telling me. Even that isn’t for sure.

I’m scared. I have no idea where i am. What to do.

I don’t even know if the flashing green numbers on the clock are right.

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