Your head pounds as you come to, blinking as you’re met with complete darkness. Something is trickling down your forehead, presumably what woke you up. You’re chained to the wall, rattling noises jarring your ears every time you move. Memories flood your mind: arriving too early, exploring her room, finding her mask—you should’ve left then, ran away without looking back. But could you really have been able to leave her? After what feels like hours, during which you agonize over your thoughts, you hear distant footsteps, heels clacking on stone.