[As you walk out the door to the rest of the house, everything is dreary and cold. It’s dark, windowless, without any lights to be found. The place you enter into looks to be a hallway in the dim light, but the more you walk, you realize the hallway is endless. There’s no decoration here, only dust laying over every surface and a feeling of hopelessness and monotony. There’s a door on the opposite end of the corridor, but you know it’s never going to grow closer. It never changes. It’s always the same. You will never be able to leave this place.
[Touching the lamp gives you a sense of solace. You’re strong enough to last through your circumstances, even if you doubt it sometimes. If you take it day by day, someday you’ll be somewhere better.]
[You break open the window. There's a new sense of hope in the room; it immediately appears less oppressively clean, seeming more like a normal teenager's bedroom.]
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The more you walk, the more weary you become.]
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He has to just.. go forward, right?]
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Sighs.
SIGHS.
And elbows the window.]
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...What's going on.
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There was a locked door though, so let's check it now.
[Gonna check the closet.]
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There's an endless hallway, too. Maybe that cleared up.
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