Cienna Romanov's POV
"Cienna, where are we?" My sister, Cera asked. I trembled, whispering, "I don't know." We turned, realizing that we were in a large room with a lot of other people. "Just give up already. There's no escape." The speaker was a young boy, aged about sixteen. "I'm Ryan Peterson. Plenty of us have tried to find a way out, but we never found any."
Suddenly, a disembodied voice spoke. "Hello. You are being held captive, in my very, ah, special house." Angry mutters arose from the other people. "If you want to escape, you just need to make it to the end of my house." A door appeared in the wall. Excited murmurs echoed through the crowd. "Slowly now. We don't want anyone getting hurt."
The thirty people flooded out the door and the door slammed shut with a click. "We're trapped!" Ryan shouted. "We'd better try to escape."
