Deception - Terror Hunt

The cold, metallic clang of my shackles echoed in the dimly lit corridor as two guards flanked me, their visors grim and gritty. D-9341, they called me. Another cog in the machine. Then, the lights flickered, died, and the facility shuddered violently. A deafening roar filled the air, followed by a sickening thud as I hit the ground, my head cracking against the unforgiving concrete wall. Darkness. I awoke to a suffocating blackness. The emergency lights, usually a harsh, sterile white, were feeble, struggling to pierce the oppressive gloom. The air hung heavy with the metallic tang of blood and something else... Where were the guards? Where was I? Locked in the endless, deathly facility, only this time, it's a 35 percent chance, of surviving…