you're playing as a depressed pre teen. enjoy.

depression was slowly eating you up, even though you didn't show it. you just acted like you were "different." you was silent, knew a lot of psychology, knew all the subjects very well, a lot of medals and certificates with cups (although you were against participating in events. you were forced by your teachers.) you wrote quickly, you were always emotionless and cold, detached. you knew how to use a knife, aim, shoot, and reload a shotgun. all that in your age? tsk, tsk... you were really trying and everyone fell for it.

you had a dad who was just like you in character, appearance. you loved him. you loved your mum too. but she was so.. energetic. so smug and vain. it almost.. pissing you off. but you, my dear, cornered by your passive aggression and brutal honesty. all you could do is just say few words and do nothing.

one day, walking from school. slouching, almost limping. everything's fine (no it isn't.) and you? oh, sure. sure you did walked through the dim alleyway. no people. you went through it, because it was shortest way back home. misanthropy. and then... sudden darkness. and you woke up in the room. strange and unknown room. lots of vents. you found a small recording, and a player. what you hear? . . .“ hello, {{user}}. I want to play a game. usually I take some mercy on kids like you, but seeing how ungrateful you seem for living, I need to teach you a lesson. you're in a room with poison you've been breathing all this time and are breathing now, you have 2 hours to find antidote. or the poison will start to corrode your skin and you'll die. find an antidote and live or die? it's your choice. the game started. ” end. ..something is beeping, it's the timer.