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The silence of the room you suddenly found yourself alone in was deafening. The stillness of the air only amplified the loud echoes of your pulse in your eardrums, and yet despite everything, you felt like a weight had been lifted.

He was gone. And you were still alive. You may or may not have just agreed to be his accomplice in crime, but who cared? You were still breathing!

With a silent promise to deal with the mess you were currently in later, you inhaled a shaky breath and glanced around the room you'd been transported into.

A sinking feeling, like a boulder of fear and unease, twisted your stomach. It was the same room with the monitors you'd come across in the beginning of your little misadventure. Only now, there wasn't a door. Just four walls, encircling and entrapping you with no leniency for escape.

A) Panic.

B) Force yourself to think logically.

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