THE ESCAPE ROOM

THE ESCAPE ROOM

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Mystery
-𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍- Would you rather choose the lovely Fantasy or the painful reality? You can run but you can't hide A clichè saying for you don't know what's inside, In the Escape Room where it's impossible to escape, Friendship is the key to perceive again in the cityscape. But before all of that, it all started with a Dream. A group of friend decided to roam around in an unknown place and found themselves in the middle of the forest, there they saw a mansion. They went inside to have some rest for a night and for them to feel safer from the forest, but little did they know, the place they thought they're safe is actually the complete opposite, they got trapped and the only way to get out is to solve the mysteries behind it. Read till the end to know the mysteries behind the escape room. This is my first ever story publish here hehe. Hope you can learn something. I wrote this for fun but with a hidden agenda. Not forcing you to read but if you do, read till the end. 05092019 - 09232019 - 06292020
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