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MidReal Story
The Dark Obsession
Scenario:夜，无尽的黑夜，没有一点光亮，不知持续了多久
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Lily Carter
cold room with no memory of who she is or how she got there. She is determined, resilient, and resourceful. As she navigates her confinement, she discovers clues suggesting her identity and the reason for her imprisonment. Her journey unfolds as she uncovers the truth about her past and her captor's motives. Despite the darkness and isolation, Lily finds strength within herself to survive and seek escape.
Ethan Black
manipulative, and secretive. Ethan claims to have been watching Lily for years and seems to know intimate details about her life. His motivations are unclear, but he appears to be driven by a twisted fascination with Lily. His interactions with Lily are tense and unsettling, leaving her both fearful and intrigued by his intentions.
Jason Carter
determined, and caring. Jason has been working tirelessly with the police to find his sister and bring her home safely. His love for Lily drives him to keep searching despite the lack of leads or hope.
Night, an endless blackness devoid of a single glimmer of light, the duration of which I can no longer fathom.
The only variation to this darkness comes in the form of shadows, and even those are scarce.
A deep chill permeates the air, a biting cold that cuts through to the very marrow of my bones.
It’s a chill that seems to stem from both within and without.
Meaning, not only is the room I’m confined in bitterly cold, but my body itself seems to be withdrawing from all sources of warmth, as if it’s giving up on any hope of being revived.
My name… I’ve forgotten my name.
How I ended up here, I don’t know.
What I look like, I can’t recall.
The only thing I’m certain of is that I’m female… and I’m hungry.
Very hungry.
The pangs of my stomach hit me in rhythmic cycles, each successive cycle more intense than the last.
I can’t recall the last time I actually ate.
Days?
Weeks?
Months?
My mind is a complete blank, as if someone has wiped all recollection of my past from my memory banks completely.
I reach out with my hand, hoping to at least get a sense of where I am, but there’s nothing within touchable distance.
I decide to crawl forward, my hands brushing against the gritty floor as I move.
Each movement is slow and deliberate, as if I’m afraid that any sudden action will trigger some hidden mechanism that will result in my demise.
The air is stale and musty, devoid of any scent.
It’s a stark contrast to the dampness that seems to permeate every fiber of my being.
I strain my ears, trying to pick up on any sound that might give me an indication of where I am or what direction I should be moving in.
It’s then that I hear it—the faint sound of water dripping somewhere in the distance.
I don’t know why, but the sound draws me in, and I find myself inching forward, my hands outstretched in front of me like a blind person.
The farther I move forward, the louder the sound becomes, until it’s almost deafening.
The air around me seems to grow damper with each step I take, a subtle shift from the cold dryness that was present behind me.
My fingers brush against something metallic—a pipe perhaps—and I cling to it, using it as a guide as I continue forward. The sound of the water grows closer and closer until it’s almost upon me.
It’s then that I realize it isn’t just random droplets falling; there’s actually a pattern to it—a rhythmic beat that seems to echo the rhythm of my own heartbeat.
I can’t explain why, but the sound is comforting, almost soothing.
It’s then that a sliver of light appears beneath what appears to be a door.
I reach out with my hand, my fingers trembling as they touch the edge of the door.
I push the door open, and a dimly lit corridor stretches out before me.
The light is weak, but it’s enough to guide my steps.
I hesitate for a moment, listening to see if I can hear any signs of life, but there’s nothing.
The walls are lined with peeling wallpaper, and the air is thick with the smell of dampness and neglect.
I move forward cautiously, each step echoing in the empty space.
My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of fear and anticipation driving me forward.
As I reach the corner, a shadow flickers at the edge of my vision.
I freeze, my breath caught in my throat.
The shadow is too quick for me to make out any features, but it’s definitely there.
I press myself against the wall, straining to hear any sound that might indicate its return.
The corridor stretches out before me, each step a gamble into the unknown.
My fingers brush against the rough wallpaper as I edge forward, my heart pounding in my ears with every creak of the floorboards.
And then, a soft whisper echoes from behind me, sending a shiver down my spine.
I spin around, my eyes wide with fear, but there’s no one there.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself against the wall.
The whisper had been real, but the corridor remains empty.
I force my feet to move forward, each step deliberate and cautious.
The light is dim, barely illuminating the path ahead.
As I move, the air grows colder, and a faint sound reaches my ears—a low hum, like machinery.
I follow it, drawn by the promise of answers.
The corridor twists sharply, revealing a heavy door at its end.
My hand trembles as I reach for the handle, pausing only briefly before turning it.
