"If you're reading this, I'm sorry. I suppose you're in the same situation as me. That bastard drugged you and left you in these catacombs, with only a candle to find your way out.
I do not know how many people he did it, but probably were several. He did not spend so much time on it if there were no other, is not it? He told me that the catacombs are a maze, and he set up traps and deadly falls to each lap. But he promised that there is a safe way out, if I'm lucky enough to guess the correct path.
I have no luck. I'm just an art student, here on vacation. There is no way that I leave alive. But I want someone alive. I want revenge.
I'm sure you also want, so let's help each other. I still have my notebook and pencil. Before each turn, I'll let the notebook back to the next person, noting the way I did. If I survive the curve, I'll come back and leave a page like this. If I do not, then it's up to next person to continue and go in the opposite direction.
Eventually, if we continue to let these "bread crumbs", one of us will escape. Getting to the police and find that bastard. Give justice to those who died.
My name is Jeff. I was left here. "
Reading the note by candlelight you can feel the warmth of hope ... until you realize that you are reading in their own sketchbook. Jeff never returned to tear the page, and you're the first person here after him.
Then you look to your right, where the dark maze waiting.
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