The first item I see is a flashlight. How is that thing going to help me get out? More importantly, who put it here? Who put the bag in here? Heck, who brought me here?
I hold the small flashlight in my hand. It is very small, almost the size of my keychain. I press the button and the light shines directly into my eyes, blinding me. I throw the object away. "God, damn this thing!" I exclaim in anger. "Damn whoever is behind all of this!"
Why would I even need this stupid flashlight when I have a perfectly working light bul—
My thoughts are interrupted by the light bulb going off for a second. It is so fast and so sudden that I would dismiss it for blinking my eyes had it not happened again.
"Oh, no, no, no," I panic. "Oh, God no! What is happening? Why is it going off?" I ask no one in particular, obviously.
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Consequences
Mystery / ThrillerLife is nothing but a series of consequences. And for our protagonist, it might be deadly.
