Room 303
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She fell asleep in her room and woke up in room 303...
Rachel, a loving wife and mother ends up trapped in an asylum not knowing how or when she got there. Stripped off her freedom, her family, and everything else she possessed, Rachel becomes determined to fight all that comes her way in order to get her life back on track. Will she succeed, or will she simply lose the battle? Follow Rachel on her journey as she discovers the awful truth behind her arrival to the asylum.
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