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A blank room with nothing but air. Silence except for dripping that never seems to go away. That's when it's looking at you. “Someones always watching me, someones always there…” no running, no escape, play a game and hope to win. A paper that sits on the ground that went unnoticed by the blind eye. Picking up only to find a number one on it. Look around only to notice you changed rooms to what looks like a classroom. Desks scattered, chairs tipped and destroyed, red painted the walls and floors. What happened, where is everyone, close your eyes and just wait to see. 

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