I'll tell about what I did last night. I was sneaking around like I said I would. I crept down the hallway and hid around the corner so anyone at the front desk wouldn't see me.
As I watched, someone approached the woman sitting there. He said, "I'm looking for the Holder of Light." The woman surprisingly readily stood up and led him away out of view. I didn't understand what was going on, but I was grateful for the opportunity to explore further without getting caught.
There were guards stationed outside every entrance I came across. They were big, strong men with even bigger guns. It looked like I wasn't going to be able to escape. Obviously this place isn't on the up-and-up. What kind of mental institution has people that'll likely kill you if you try to leave, especially people like me who are here voluntarily?
I scoped out the fire exit down one hallway. It was dark though, like the lights had burnt out. I didn't reach the door--I was too afraid. I swear I saw red eyes staring at me from the darkness. I retraced my steps.
That's when I was caught and taken back to my room. On the way, I heard a loud scream as though someone were going through unspeakable torment.
At some point they must have drugged me to make me more docile and cooperative.
As I watched, someone approached the woman sitting there. He said, "I'm looking for the Holder of Light." The woman surprisingly readily stood up and led him away out of view. I didn't understand what was going on, but I was grateful for the opportunity to explore further without getting caught.
There were guards stationed outside every entrance I came across. They were big, strong men with even bigger guns. It looked like I wasn't going to be able to escape. Obviously this place isn't on the up-and-up. What kind of mental institution has people that'll likely kill you if you try to leave, especially people like me who are here voluntarily?
I scoped out the fire exit down one hallway. It was dark though, like the lights had burnt out. I didn't reach the door--I was too afraid. I swear I saw red eyes staring at me from the darkness. I retraced my steps.
That's when I was caught and taken back to my room. On the way, I heard a loud scream as though someone were going through unspeakable torment.
At some point they must have drugged me to make me more docile and cooperative.
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