stand up
...And look around the gloomy, candlelit room for some clue to your
"rescuers" true intentions. Stifling inbred feelings of
guilt you rifle through the shabby furniture, growing more and more
bewildered as you find them nearly empty. Disheartened you sink to the
floor. Should you wait to discover your fate or try to escape and risk
finding yourself in an even worse situation? Footsteps outside the
door, hasten your decision. You choose to...
