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Hall of Infinite Doors

A quick search of the shelves and desk reveals nothing - not even dust populates their empty interiors. The linen on your bed is clean and fresh, neatly tucked under the thin mattress; there's nothing under the pillow or buried in the frame. You hear only gurgling water at the bathroom's misty pipes.

The window is high above your bed, but if you stand on it you can just fit your chin over the grimy sill. A crisscrossed mesh of black steel, each bar no thicker than a fingernail obscures your vision somewhat, but you can see the wide, well-maintained yard beyond and, behind a small barrier of trees and bushes, the busy motion and sound of the open highway. Of more immediate interest to you, though, is the message delicately painted in red nail polish on the sill's ridged concrete:

"Everything they tell you here is a LIE. These MONSTERS aren't afraid to take the pieces you won't willingly give. If you can't escape they make a story out of you. Never trust them, and NEVER GIVE IN."

Shortly after you drop back onto your bed and begin ruminating on the writing, you hear a loud buzz and shortly after the heavy click of your door being unlocked. It slides open, revealing a plump, professional Hispanic woman silhouetted behind by the tall figure of a man in an orderly's suit.