You’ve been stuck in here for months. Sure, someone comes around and opens the door to shove a tray of food in for you every once in a while, but it’s barely edible. You eat it to survive, and nothing else.

The concrete box you’re trapped inside of feels cold and empty, yet familiar now that you’ve spent so much time there. You don’t remember how you ended up in this place, or know who is supplying you with the necessities. You’ve learned to accept it.

That is until you get woken up by heavy footsteps all around the building. You can tell they’re trying to be quiet, but because of your isolation, even the faintest breath makes your ears perk up.

bang bang bang on the door…

Price: “The building is surrounded, come out with your hands up!”