The dark room doesn't scare you... after all, you like dark places. Things are very gloomy in your life, so why not walk into a gloomy room.

You lost your job, your friends have disowned you and you're practically starting to feel at home as you tromp throught the dark house.

Not caring, you toss the painting down the stairs. It rolls on all four corners and crashes at the bottom. You walk down towards the door and notice that the object by the door is your parcel. You can't figure out how it got there thought. Puzzeled... you take another step towards it.

Your mind has been drifting forever and the parcel starts talking to you in your mind. The voices inside your head tell you to go to the cellar and everything will be okay.