Death Row

TAPE 01: RUN 📼 Ambience ♪ CUT 2 You rush into the darkness, driven by fear. Your mind focuses only on moving forward, even though you have no idea where you’ll end up. A faint light appears ahead… an exit? Your footsteps echo all around you. You slow down. Something feels off.. You stop. Not a single sound. The silence presses against your chest, and the feeling hits you, like you’re being watched... DECISION POINT ❗️ A) You lunge toward the light without hesitation. You can’t stand to stay exposed in that oppressive darkness for even another second. You’re convinced something is stalking you B) You turn your back on the light. Still. Hesitating. “Maybe this was all in my head… just paranoia… or some sick joke.” You should go back the way you came

TAPE 01: RUN 📼 Ambience ♪ CUT 3 My eyes start to adjust to the dark as I move toward a half-open door. The light spilling from it doesn’t reach far. I don’t look anywhere else. I take one step. Then another. That feeling of being hunted sits on the back of my neck. A whisper... Behind me. My skin tightens. Something shifts at the edge of my vision. I’m about to move when I know. A hand, way too big. Wh-... It shoves me. The floor is gone, I fall. No time to think. The impact hits first. Heavy. It runs through me. I spit blood. I can’t see. My glasses— Wait. That smell… DECISION POINT ❗️ A) I give up on my glasses. Adrenaline pushes me forward. I crawl, I look for an exit. Something. B) I stay still. I try to find my glasses. I claw at the floor blindly

TAPE 01: RUN 📼  Ambience ♪ CUT 4 I can barely make out faint flashes of light in the darkness, but I don’t have a choice. I've to keep going. My chest feels like it’s going to explode. I’m sure whoever pushed me down here doesn’t intend to let me get out… alive. Wait. I’ve found something. There’s a corner filled with… …that shape… No. No, no, no, no— Bones. There are fucking remains down here. The smell… it’s the same-… -My skin prickles and I can’t help letting out a choked whimper- …the flowers from the memorial.. A flash cuts through my mind. Sirens. Neighbors whispering. The sound of whistles. Posters of his face plastered everywhere. And, a week later… Anonymous flowers on his empty desk. I miss him so much. Something drops heavily into my stomach. Claws. The pain steals my breath. ???: He’s not here. But he’s waiting for you.. I dug the place with the two of you in mind. DECISION POINT ❗️ A) I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I DON'T WANT TO DIE. I try to break free, violently shaking my body. B) There’s nothing I can do… I accept my fate. I’ll finally get to see you again… 🥀