I have an escape guide

Chapter 1 GAME OVER
escape.

escape!
Run away!
I woke up suddenly from my dream.

I was born in the dark, dusk is a glass of fine wine, with the slight drunkenness of the sunset, and the precipitated drunkenness makes the shadows with shackles dance in the shadows.

When I woke up, I couldn't remember why I was here. I was dressed in black and passed out in a prison-like place.

I looked around and patted the wall. It was a thick rock. There was no window here. It seemed that the only way to escape was the iron railing that seemed to be the exit.

It was pitch black outside the iron railing, and it was impossible to see what was there.

Darkness, emptiness, and silence.

I looked up, and there was a rather faint light on overhead, and I didn't know when it would suddenly go out.

anyone there?
is there anybody?

I yelled outside, but there was only an empty echo. I was annoyed, and I slapped the iron door heavily. The iron door made a "click" sound, and the railing shook slightly. After shaking it, there were indeed some traces of looseness. I looked down and saw that my hands were covered with rust.

There is still hope.

I searched carefully in the small space to see if there was anything that could help me. Soon, I returned to the door, but found nothing, and the place was empty.

I have a hunch that no one will come in even if I do something earth-shattering here.

It was as if, in the whole world, I was the only one left.

I looked at the lock, and it was a particularly large iron lock, which couldn't be opened without keys and tools. I could only carefully check the entire iron fence, and found that there was some looseness in one place on the far side. My eyes lit up, it should work.

I dug up the soil on the ground with my hands, and found that the connection here was not strong. I had no tools, so I could only use my hands. I dug up the stone bit by bit, and swept away the dirt and dust until my fingernails oozed out. bloodshot, stained on the iron railings.

a piece of blood red

I endured the pain and fatigue in my hands, and I don't know how long I have been doing this endlessly.

When I got up, I was a little unsteady, so I leaned against the wall to rest for a while, then I grabbed the iron rail and shook it, and found that it was much looser than before.

I rested and regained some strength.

I started kicking the iron rail vigorously. After a while, the iron rail was deformed. I pushed it, and then pulled it to the side.

Presumably a sip appeared that I could get out of.

I got out of the small hole.

There was no light outside, and I couldn't see the road clearly. I groped around and found iron cages on the left and right. I tentatively asked, "Is anyone there?"

Quiet, no one responded.

It seemed that there was really no one.

My room seemed to be the end of this road, a straight passage, with cells on both sides. As I walked, it became darker and darker. When I turned around, I could only see my faint light flickering in the cell.

There is also the deformed iron fence, which is actually a little old, otherwise it would not be so easy to deform.

I raised my hands and groped, walking straight ahead, it was getting darker and darker, and I couldn't see the way.

I don't know how long I walked, until I turned back, I couldn't see the lights behind me, and I finally came across something.

It's the end of the road, and it feels like a wooden door, with a doorknob.

My heart didn't know why, but it suddenly jumped wildly.

I grabbed the doorknob with my hand, turned it slightly, and found that it was not locked. I slowly pushed it out a little, and a ray of light leaked in from the outside.

It was all white outside.

Inexplicable joy rushed to my heart, I pushed open the door, and saw a place like a stadium with high walls, I went out, looked back and closed the door.

But unexpectedly, I found that it was covered with deep and shallow blood red. I touched it, and it looked like dried blood. It was old, and some of them had turned black.

Suddenly, I heard something roaring from far away.

I turned around, and a long arrow directly passed through my body with such force that I could hear the sound of the bow and arrow being nailed to the wooden door.

There was only a slight pain in my chest. When I lowered my head, I could see the wet liquid spreading on my black clothes. When I raised my head, I saw a man standing on the fence, looking down at me, wearing white clothes, too far away. Can't see face.

In his hand, he was holding a bow that was half the height of a man, and in the other hand he was holding a white feather arrow.

He slowly raised the bow, put the arrow on it, and drew it fully.

It was the sound of piercing the air again.

The direction this time,
It's toward my forehead.

　The third person of the text, the newcomer, the first book, has been completed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)