Gotta Assassinate Dungeon
The Room is a Dungeon
I woke up to the punishment of cramping cold. My bed is dirty, and I have been feasted on by pests and rodents. Realizing my nakedness and no blanket to cover up, I feel vulnerable. My immediate thought is: who has captured me?
I quickly scan the room. No window. No dunny. No nothing. Just a solitary light, behind its wire cage, simultaneously emitting and trapping a spectrum of transformative light.
My mind is somewhere between fight and flight, as I search into the horizon for my future self.
Wake up in a cage
Apprehend your fear
Unshackle your memory