You awake to the iciness of the floor on your hands, staring up at a nondescript ceiling. How you found yourself here is a mystery, why you're here even more so. You shout out to the vacant room, maybe someone will hear you. Instead of your voice echoing back, nothing.
51st place (out of 53) in the 21st Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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