Teresa

This room made my skin crawl. The grey colour of the pain made my skin crawl. It felt like the color had been drained out of life.

The window in the room was too high. I tried jumping through it once. I failed.

The only scent in the room was cold stone and something metallic that lingered in the air.

Time refused to move, and there was no way to tell. It sat on my chest like a wicked lord and pressed against my neck so hard that breathing felt like work.

The puzzle was ...