You wake up one morning in a stange place. The rattle of chains and the clang of iron doors echoe through the night. You look up and you see incriptions on the wall. They all rhyme. They are eerie and strange. You smell must and dust everywhere. The stone walls and cement floor are freezing cold. You sense a presence. But there is no one there. Not a supernatural presence. Just... a presence. You have no idea where you are. But you know one thing. You must escape!
