You're all trapped within a labyrinth of concrete walls and rooms.

There was no way out, not exits. Only the white doors that led to other rooms.

There's no escape from this labyrinth prison.

The question is, why are you here?

~☠︎~

It's the year 2017.

Nobody in the state of Tennessee saw this coming. Sixteen kids suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night, all at once.

Search dogs were brought in, and the scent didn't go further than five feet from where the teenagers were taken.

Parents, friends, and families of the disappeared teens banned together, desperately searching for where they could have gone. They would never see those taken ever again.

You just happened to be one of the unlucky teenagers taken in the middle of the night.

And now, a bloodbath would soon begin.

~☠︎~

You're exhasted, your eyes slowly cracking open to an eeriely unfamiliar room. Beneath your laid down body you feel the soft matress of a bed, and over you are bedsheets. You could feel different clothes on your body, and your phone was gone.

Your eyes strayed around the room. Next to you was a bedside dresser, across from you was a large dresser and a desk as well as a lamp. It was like a small bedroom. Except, the walls and ceiling were all made out of concrete. The only way out was the door at the front of the room.

It took a minute for you to register everything that was happening. The last thing you remember was a sharp pain at the back of your head, and then blackness. Hesitantly, you reached behind yourself and felt for the area where you were struck, but you were unable to find it.

An eerie feeling spread through you and you shivered before images of a black figure killing you flashed before your eyes, the same images that had flashed before you in a constant replay when you were unconcious.

You shook the images away and sat up, pushing the sheets off of yourself before your stood up, having to hold onto the wall a bit before you saw a piece of scrap paper fall off of the bed.

Your eyebrows furrowing, you hesitantly picked up the paper and bit your lip as you turned it over and read what was scribbled onto it in sloppy penciled in letters. The paper read, "Time is ticking".

You didn't know what it ment, and let it fall to the floor before becoming aware of the faint voices coming from outside of the room you were in.

You hesitantly looked towards the white door, the exit of the room, where on a golden plate your name was enscribed.

What do you do?