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A middle-aged man, standing six feet tall, rose up. He was covered in his own thick hair and a white pair of undergarments. He saw white walls around him stained with grease and blood; he saw scratch marks on the white paint. He saw a mattress on the metallic bed frame and handcuffs on the bed's leg. He saw a burning light coming from one bulb hanging from the ceiling. He saw a huge metallic door in front of him. And he shivered from the cold. He could not remember his own name.
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My mind keeps going everywhere... I hear stuff in my head, I see the room spinning as I start to get up from my bed. All gray or faded colors spread across it. Blood on my walls, very weird how they haven't gave me a different room. I look around and I see my door open and a guy covered in tattoos at the door step. "Let them sing" he said in a raspy voice. "I'll try..." I respond, but as I blink he has disappeared and my door is closed. I look at the window as I notice it's covered in bars. Outside is my fear, my fear of being seen. As I look far in the woods I see him again. He moved his lips as I read them. He said something like 'wait for me, and I'll see you' I think. That was what I last remembered before I blacked out.

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