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Ezekiel

I was inside a small, dimly lit room. There was the same red wallpaper from the corridors decorating the walls and there wasn’t much furniture in the area besides an old and broken wood table and three chairs similar in appearance surrounding it. I assumed there was a chair for each of us so I walked over and sat down. I wasn’t sure if I had to wait for people to just pop up or if I had to fight someone, but just waiting seemed like the best option.

I realised that half of being here was constant anxiety waiting. I wasn’t even sure if anxiety waiting was a thing but now it was, because of this game. Maybe I should blame all my problems on this game, it wouldn’t even be wrong. Most of my current problems stem from this place. After this I would be needing years of therapy, or worse everyone would think I’ve lost my shits and get rid of me.