Having to wake up in a dark room, where you couldn't make out a single thing is quite horrifying. But you quickly managed to adjust to the darkness the room was occupied with, which you then slowly made your way to the exist. An old door with a rusty knob, you twist it. It wouldn't budge. You then gave it a harsh tug and it finally creaked opened.

You look around, trying to remember how, or why you got here. But your memories were jumbled up to a mess, nothing seemed to come up in your head. You couldn't remember a thing.

So you decided to find a way out, otherwise you'd just stay here forever.

You make your way down the hallway, when you heard the sound of a creaking door behind you. You feel your heartbeat quicken, but so desperate to look back, to try to make sure no one was really there.

"Don't move." A gruff voice came from your back, his footsteps heavy as he slowly made his way towards your frozen figure.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, with a tinge of suspicion laced in his tone. His handgun pointed towards you as he tries to figure out if you were a threat or not.