Leaving the unusual door behind you, you walk for what seems like hours down the dark corridors.
Barely able to see, aided only by some kind of fluorescent flora, you grope along the tunnels praying ardently for a miracle, something– anything– to deliver you from this dark place. But nothing comes, because nothing always does.
You think of your home. You think of your family. You think why and how things could have ended up so rotten. You try and drive it from your mind. The fact of the matter is that you are stuck in this place and need to find a way out. You have to and using your new found… abilities, you are sure to find some way back home.
Or else, what will become of you?