Prologue
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The darkness creeps in every corner, watching and waiting for it's moment to strick. It waits for that small little slip up, so that it can wrap it's slimy fingers around your neck, holding you in place so that you can't run off.
Then inch, by inch, the walls start to close in around you.
As each moment passes, you struggle to breathe.
You hear laughter coming from the darkness. The sound is sinister and makes chills run down your spine.
Its like the darkness, or someone in the darkness, is laughing at your misfortune, like it's taunting you.
The grip around your neck tightens, before you feel a cold gust of wind brush past your ear. Its not long before a voice quietly whispers,
"They would still be alive, if it wasn't for you,"
Then your neck is released and you flop to the ground, gasping for air, but still not receiving any.
The darkness disappears with a sinister laugh, and all that is left, is the echo and a puddle of blood that you are slowly drowning in.
