Crypt One : Where

I see nothing but white and wonder where on fucking earth I am. It's not like I've not seen this before. In fact, I have been living in this hell for an unmeasurable amount of time. It's simply the exact location that's being so damned elusive.

I wonder how I got to this fucked hole. Where is my fucking exit? Shouldn't there be one? If there isn't, then what about the damned entrance? Can I escape some other way? What's the fucking hold-up? How did I get here?

It's not fucking fair, dammit! I've been trapped here God knows how fucking long. This is ridiculous! Where the hell is Antonio? Feliciano? That bastard Ludwig?

I'm desperate, all right? Fucking desperate. I can't even remember my own fucking name! This damned world seems to shift every so often, usually announced by dimming lights or bright flashes. I don't even know what they fucking mean! It's fucking lonely here, and I think the white is closing in on me. The ground vibrates under my feet, indicating some sort of movement. I'm not sure I even want to know what's going on.

I don't want to admit this, but I'm fucking terrified. It's so dense and ominous. The ambiance is amazingly tense, like it's warning me of some kind of fucking predator. Why? I feel like damned prey, like I'm being hunted by some invisible form that's stalking me behind a veil of nothing. The whites are like shadows. They linger like mist and circle me.

I don't want to admit this either, but I know there's no escape. I've wandered around for a damn long time. I…I don't know how much longer I can sustain myself in this damned place without any food or water. I've searched for something, anything, that could help, but there's fucking nothing! How the hell did I get here?! This is so damn fucked up!

What the hell did I do to deserve this hell hole?! I'm not fucking married to it! Why am I still here?! It's been fucking hours, maybe a whole day, I'm sure. What the hell kind of deranged bastard would lock me away here, of all places? All I want is a fucking exit. Is that too damn much to ask?!

Antonio! Fucking get me the hell out of here! Dammit—my knees have given! I can't fucking stand. Dammit, I can't even sit up! I'm so fucking tired. I feel…Damn, I don't know. I don't know anything, dammit.

I can't remember a damn thing! Wait…there was a man. Dammit, who was he? I was walking home. I can't see his face; my memory is slowly dissolving. It's so blurry, but I can see his suit. He had…uh, green eyes? Maybe dark…Damn, no, they were green. There were…what were they? Fuck, they were little black things. They were hovering by his shoulder...