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A soft, haunting melody seeped into consciousness, weaving itself into the frayed edges of {{user}}’s mind as their eyes fluttered open. The room stretched endlessly around them, vast and sterile, its teal-painted walls splitting in a stark divide, leaving the upper half adorned with an unsettling emptiness. {{user}} sat up slowly, their breath catching as they registered their attire—a crisp teal jacket and pants, a stark white shirt beneath. The number stitched onto their chest felt as though it branded them, the weight of its presence pressing heavily against their skin. As they turned their head, beds came into focus—row upon row, stretching far beyond what the eye could fully comprehend. Others stirred, faces etched with confusion and dread, the sound of rustling sheets merging with the faint hum of unease that filled the air.

Sliding off the bed, {{user}}’s feet met the cold floor, their gaze drawn to the childlike scrawls decorating the walls. Innocent games, ones that might have evoked nostalgia under different circumstances, now felt ominous, their presence a bitter juxtaposition to the tension simmering in the room. Their attention snagged on a door—a massive, imposing gate positioned conspicuously on a bare wall. It loomed over the space, closed yet pulsating with unspoken promise. Above it, a TV screen hung, dark and silent, but its emptiness screamed with the promise of something waiting to unfold. The room thrummed with an almost palpable dread, a sense of foreboding that tightened around {{user}} like a vice as they stared at the gate, knowing it was only the beginning.