Darkness, Part 1: Inside.

Please, take your shoes off.

It's cold in here... and it's dark.

The floor is slightly wet, and the air slightly humid.

It smells of gasoline.

Your soul is raining.

(Desolate.)

Everything reverberates and echoes and rings.

A creaky chain in the background.

A light bulb dying somewhere outside.

Sitting in a corner, head resting on knees.

Sweating, breathing heavily.

A soothing voice.

"Hush now, little child. Come out of your..."

It trails off.

All is dark and growing.

Stand up.
Sit down.
Stand up.
Fall down.
Stand up?

I might be lying.
I might be dying.

Darkness.