I got up and tried to jam the knife in the crack of the door. It went in but there was no hiss and the door didn't open. I tried to wiggle the knife to get the door to open, no luck. I pulled the knife back out and looked for another way out. As far as I could tell there was no other way out. I decided to look under the rug again. There was a note that I hadn't seen stapled to the rug. It read:
Look for a keyhole. Use the key. End this.
End what? Where is a keyhole I asked myself. I looked to where the door would be. Not there. I searched the walls. No keyhole. I heard a hissing sound. I turned to where the door was at and saw a familiar face. Erica. She walked in with a liquor bottle. She had pitch black hair in oppose to orange. I got up and she dropped the liquor bottle. It hit with a splash. She stumbled to the floor and sat down. I walked cautiously over to her. I noticed she had a knife at her side. I got to her and asked her what she was doing. She replied with an "I gah dirf" and passed out. I checked her pulse, she still had one. I put my ear to her lips for obvious reason and was taken aback at what she said. She said "the end will start. We will win. The End. End" I shook her to try and wake her. When she woke up I asked her what she meant and she said she had no idea what I was talking about and that I may be crazy. She saw that Mye was lying there and questioned it. I told her she entered here like that, I didn't do it. She said that either way she was dead. I asked her if she knew anything about me having magic powers and she told me "I will tell you when I am feeling better but now I sense a hangover" and with that she was out again. I decided that I should get some sleep and fell asleep on the floor.
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Blast
FantasyShe wakes up in an unknown place, no memory of anything, not even her magic power. Could it all be part of the damage of the blast, or could it be something else? Who knows? Not her. Not the darkness. Who?