When Guest opens their eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling comes into view.

I sit up from a worn, tattered bed that feels like a damp sponge, inhaling the humid air.

The room is so dark it's nearly pitch black. The space I was lying in is enclosed by concrete walls on all sides, with a single iron door that looks like an exit straight ahead.

As I look around, other objects begin to faintly emerge from the shadows.