I hear a voice in my ear: "You can remove your blindfold now." I'm in almost complete darkness. In front of me is a staircase that bends to the right, while behind me is an open doorway into what looks like an abandoned apartment. Next to that is another door, slightly ajar, and a descending staircase with an ominous red light at the bottom. "Do not pass through red lights until I tell you it's okay," comes the voice, originating from an MP3 player around my neck with earbuds attached. After listening to the explanation of a few more rules, I'm told I can move. And move I must, because the voice stresses urgency: "They're here, and they're coming for you. Find the answers and escape."
