Chronophobia

Chronophobia

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Upon waking up, they find that they are not on the comfort of their own home. There's nothing but confusion in trying to find an answer. Where were they taken? And... why? The second answer is easy. To play a game. A game of life or death. A game played in a maze; a game full of monsters, with doors along the walls leading to puzzle rooms and a randomly selected phobia: from trypophobia to even anatidaephobia. Now, the first answer is... unknown. Where are they? And... how do they get out?
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Jigsaw

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