With a loud, echoey thudding coming from the ladder, Pit set foot on safe ground. He took his hands off the cold ladder and turned around, embracing any sort of impact. While he waited, the atmosphere down here was noticeably different from the previous room. It’s too cold, slightly darker and it has an awfully uncomfortable silence that set Out on edge.

At this point, he regretted coming down here.

After realizing there wasn’t any need to expect anything, he opened an eye and swallowed as he scanned the surroundings. It was a hallway, thanks to the darkness, Pit had a hard time to tell if it was an endless one. The walls and ceiling are a dirty grey, covered in black spots, making them look like the entire structure was about to fall. A shiver ran down his spine, and he began to shiver uncontrollably so he hugged himself for warmth.

Pit took a step forward, feeling the concrete floor’s painful coldness penetrate his thin socks. As he slowly walked towards the darkness, he could feel that something was awfully wrong in this specific location. Something… dark, evil. He felt like a strange entity or ghost was following him, but not in a haunting way.

It’s more of a feeling that someone was stalking him, just staring with wide eyes. Not even a bat of an eye.

Pit shoved that idea deep inside the back of his mind, instead he believed the fact that it’s just the guy who took him. They were messing with him psychologically, emotionally and physically so that he would go mad. He kept on walking, not minding at all the feeling of micro needles stinging the bottom of his feet while teeth clattered against each other with each step he took forward. He looked around and noticed that everything looked the same, every pillar, every corner, every black spots on the wall…

Everything seemed to be coming back, stuck in a loop.

Pit groaned slightly, hissing quietly at the pain coming from his feet. The cold was too much, the sole’s muscle twirled painfully, making him yelp loudly. Pit knelt down and hissed, tightly gripping his feet. Even if he has physical education, this kind of thing never happened to him, so he has no idea how to get the pain to go away.

He breathed in, holding back whimpers and whines just in case the strange entity was at the end of the hallway, mocking and watching him deep in the dark. Pit raised his head and noticed that the hallway was now full of doors he hasn’t seen before. He sighed as he held his foot, drawing circles on the sole for relief. At this point, he wanted to leave already.

This was too much for him to handle.

He forced himself up with a hiss to try and check all the doors he could. As he moved forward, the shadows grew less and less as he got closer to one door, allowing him to see a bit further. He messed with one doorknob and it wouldn’t turn. He instantly assumed it was locked, but didn’t bothered to try and pry it open.

There were many other doors to check out and it would be a waste of time to look for a tool.

Pit walked to another door which looked exactly the same as the previous one. He messed with the doorknob and again, it was locked. Pit raised an eyebrow, thinking deep about this scenario. There’s, probably, countless amount of doors, and this place is like some sort of game. Maybe there’s only one door that's unlocked and he has to find it quick.

Pit turned around and saw another door further in the hallway. He skipped slowly towards it but assumed it was locked as well. Nonetheless, he tried to open it anyways and as he expected on the first place, locked. Pit sighed and rolled his eyes, unamused by all of this.

‘This is going to take a loooong while…’ Pit thought to himself.

Then, he looked behind his shoulder and saw another door. He cursed in his mind that he’ll jump off a cliff if this was locked as well. He turned around and walked towards, reaching out for the doorknob. After feeling the cold piece of metal on his palm, he breathed in and closed his eyes.

‘Come on, please…’

With a twist of his wrist, the doorknob twisted along with it and the door opened. Pit opened his eyes and gasped, slamming the door open against the wall. He walked in and felt warmth under his feet. He looked down and saw a wine colored carpet with a wide, grey stripe cutting it in half.

Pit noticed the large contrast between this room and the hallway. It’s a warmer environment and very comfortable, he sighed in relief once his body stopped shivering. Then, he lifted his gaze up and noticed how gigantic the room is, and how tall the ceiling is. He walked in, closing the door behind his back and looked around.

The room has the ambiance of a library, very quiet but welcoming. Later, he noticed the room has lots of beds, all neatly placed across each other, and similar to the one he had upstairs. By each side of the beds, there’s an old looking bookcase, and it has books stacked on them. Pit walked closer to the bookcases and inspected the books.

He took one in hand and dust flew all over the place, making him sneeze. He rubbed his nose as he set the book back on it’s place, turning around to see what else was different. This room seemed like a guest room, or a room for sleepovers, or maybe even parties. Pit walked to the origin of the room and looked around, checking if it was just beds and bookcases.

As he assumed, it was all of that, nothing else. Then, he considered that room to be useless and unnecessary. Pit turned around and walked towards the door and get out of there. If he stayed too long, he’ll probably end up like the guy upstairs…

Pit closed the door behind and on a split second, he resumed to shiver. He looked both sides of the hall and resumed to walk forward, hugging himself for warmth. Then, he heard a click from behind, and it was already familiar. Pit quickly turned around and noticed the previous door was now open by a crack.

He froze in place, not knowing what to do and obviously scared. Pit slowly walked towards the door and stood right in front of it, hesitating to open it fully. His heart began to race in adrenaline and fear, his breath’s pace increased quickly as he couldn’t see anything by just the door open ajar. He tried to breath but it kept getting caught in his throat, almost to the point of choking.

Without thinking, he closed his eyes and reached out to the door internally screaming, expecting someone to be inside the room. After the door hit the wall, he froze in place and breathed heavily, still with eyes glued shut. His entire body not only shook with cold, but fear, not wanting to open his eyes any second now. He clenched his fist, one on his side and the other against the door, scratching the metal door with his nails.

Pit forced himself to open his eyes, obviously expecting to see someone in front of him. There’s no way a door can open by itself, can it? Then, his body untensed after seeing that it was a small, grey room with a few more bookshelfs and a small coffee table. He sighed in relief after looking around and noticing it was empty, no one was actually there.

He walked in and closed the door behind, finding similarities from the hallway. The only difference is that the room was warm and welcoming, just like the guest room. Then, he saw that there was a chair just sitting there in the middle of a set of bookshelves. Pit rushed towards it, expecting to be a key under the chair’s leg.

Then, he froze midway towards it and thought that it couldn’t be possible for someone to another key like in the previous room. It would be too obvious, but he shook it off and checked anyways. He knelt over and lifted the chair, checking in case it was taped under the leg. Instead, there wasn’t any signs of keys anywhere.

Pit hummed to himself, expecting that there wasn’t going to be any key. He put the chair back down and sat back, taking in a large amount of air. Pit stared up to the ceiling, exhaling through his mouth. The ceiling looked so dark, it was like a late, cloudy night for Pit.

Then, he looked down to the bookshelfs and noticed something odd about them. They weren't full against the wall like the ones in the guest’s room. He sat with his knees and slowly crawled towards the furniture, not minding getting dirt and dust on his pajamas and palms.

He peaked in behind the bookshelves and saw a key covered in rust. Pit gasped and took it firm on his hand, standing up in the process. He turned around and gave a last look inside the room, but there wasn’t any need to anymore. This key surely has to open some of the doors in the hallway.

As he reached to grab the doorknob, something rang in Pit’s ear. He turned around but saw nothing, nothing out of the ordinary. Shaking his head into thinking he was hearing things, he returned the attention towards the door but as he did, the ring played again, this time much louder. He turned around frantically and hugged the door behind him, looking around to try and find the source where it came from.

Then, the ringing became clearer and Pit could tell what it was. It sounded like some sort of music box, a peaceful tune at that. He walked away from the door and tried to blindly find the sound’s source, being very cautious about it. He took a few steps forward and the sound became louder and louder.

It took him a while, but he was close to a wall and swore that the sound came from the other side. He got his ear against the wall and followed cautiously. Out of nowhere, he found that there was a small hole on the wall, and he was able to hear the sound crystal clear from there. He peaked in through the hole and saw nothing but a dark grey floor and a chair. Upon raising his gaze up, his heart skipped a beat upon seeing something awful.

The mysterious area was just an empty room, with a singular chair and an already prepared noose hanging from the nonexistent ceiling.

Pit jumped from his spot and dashed out of the room, leaving the door open behind. He ran from a door to door, desperately looking for a door that needs the key he found, or better yet, another unlocked door. His heart raced by the running and by fear, believing that that is what’s waiting for him. That chair must be for him, specifically, since he believes that he’s the only human alive in this dungeon.

After reaching out for a door, the same opened easily and Pit didn’t hesitate to run inside. He closed the door and leaned against it, catching his breath. He looked up and saw that the new room he was in looked like some sort of garage with a fence extending from wall to wall. The other side of the fence was pure darkness and the floor had red stains all over the floor, but Pit didn’t mind.

After catching his breath, he walked towards the fence, hoping that there was a lock that he could open with the key. This room was silent and cold, but not as cold as the hallway. The walls were an opaque green and the floor was still grey. Pit got closer the fence and looked for a lock, but for his luck there wasn’t any lock anywhere to be seen.

Pit sighed and leaned his head against the metallic bars, gripping them tightly. His eyes began to sting as a tear slid down his cheek onto the metal bars. He gritted teeth to attempt to stop more tears to spill out his sockets. Pit gasped some air in to control his hiccups, he doesn’t have time to cry, not now.

Suddenly, Pit felt uneasy again. He swore something was watching him, something was right behind him, or anywhere in particular. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore it, but he just couldn't, the pressure was extremely heavy. A shiver ran down his spine, making him tear his gaze from the floor and up to the darkness across the fence.

After focusing on the dark, Pit suddenly backed away from the fence once he noticed something was hidden in the dark.