ROOM THIRTEEN There once was a time where you lived in the outside world. You had a family, went to school, or worked, or maybe you begged on the street. Maybe you were an adventurer who went anywhere you wanted. But now you're here. You're part of our family now, whether you like it or not. You can't leave. We can't leave. In this house, this place of wonder, of friendship, of horror, Where you can stay and rot in your room or spend time with those around you Or run from IT Whatever you may do... You stay in the House. Once again the front door was opened. A new visitor? No, a new resident. Maybe it was someone who managed to leave. The sound of the door closing could be heard echoing through the hallways. Soon it was followed by creaks of the wooden floor wich cried out under the frantic steps of the new resident. Again a new person, again nobody was able to leave. To the delight of some, but the horror of others or maybe they are all indifferent to it. Have given up, gave themselves over to their fate. Uninterested in any new person. Ah, there it is. The sound of a prisoner trying to escape. It's useless, whisper the ghosts. You will become like us, they giggle. Now there is a new resident who has given up on their past live. Slowly the starry sky made place for the clouded day, it was time to wake up. Time to witness the damage done if it had wandered around again. Scorched walls, foul smell and maybe a tinge of death. Like usual, most aren't even bothered by it anymore. Unless the ghost start to whisper of a new victim. The ghosts gather, living room, dining room, other rooms. Maybe it's time to get some food or are you fasting? Starving yourself to death.