Exit (Chap 2)A chair. One, simple, nonspecial chair is all that this room has to boast. At least, that's all that's lit. Anything could be hiding in the shadows. Something brushes my leg. As I panic, I rush to the chair and cling to it like a child to a teddy bear. Then, I loosen up. I mean, it could've been my imagination, or-"Hello, Alex." That voice sounds...different. Like something isn't quite right with it. "I understand your emotions. I understand you. We are one and the same." What the hell? "Who...who are you?!" "You will find out soon enough," the voice says. Good, it can hear me. "Where am I? I didn't sign up for this! You said.