It comes apart at the seams.
The world is reduced to a prison corridor. Stark white light from above, hiding nothing, casting no shadows, except for the ones in my own mind. Down the hallway, into another, exactly the same. I’m trapped, and there is no escape. I hear the jingle of keys as the Keepers walk by me. They do nothing but taunt my helplessness and deepen my despair.
I’m alone, and inside here, it is like a death tomb, full of people waiting to die. Screams and howling echoing through my mind, bouncing off the walls and slamming back into me. You smell desperation everywhere.
Why has my own mind forsaken me?