Its dark, the moist stale air fill my lungs. I rummage through my pack to pull out a candle and light it. The soft glow from the flame reveals the earthen tone of sandstone highlighted by dust covered cobwebs. I look down at my wrists, there is a red mark around them like I was bound, but I remember nothing. I was at a bar getting a pint and I awake here. Something must have happened, someone must have seen. I try to fight the panic and remember to stay calm. Will anyone know that I am missing? I was only in town for a few short days, I was hired by the university to help in dig of some supposed occult artifacts. I stand up and grab my satchel and throw it over my shoulder. I appear to be at the end of a hallway, but there is not any evidence of how I got here. The cobwebs covering the walls are undisturbed and a thick layer of dirt covers the floors.
I need to do something, staying around here will solve nothing. How can i expect anyone to find me if I don't know where I am or how I was able to get here unknowingly. I hold the candle in front of me and start down the tunnel. Using my hand I maneuver my way around the webs, trying not to set them alight.
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