The sounds of my beating heart awoke me, I was on a bed. I looked around me, it was one of the few places I found comfort in my personal hell. Yes, the place I go when I 'die'. The Break Room.

I stood up, the room consisted of a table, a steel bed and a door. The door was one of those exit doors you see in a hospital or office building. On the table was the book, it began to glow as I inspected the room.

Approaching the table, on the table was the book, I flipped it open, words began to etch on the surface. It glowed and it read, "That took a while, ay Markus?" Bastard, I wanna close this book before he continues. He's probably gonna spout some bullshit just to mess with me.

"Especially the part where your flesh began to fall off and maggots began to make your body into their home." Disgusting prick, I feel it. The sensation I felt in the previous room. Jesus it was unnerving, I felt every maggot crawling in my body, breeding and making my body their new home. This was probably something Gabriel had fabricated again. This bastard would do anything to make me suffer.

"Anyway, I should most likely alert you about this. The next doors will be closely related to the thing you crave the most. And when we get to the one millionth door. Well, I suppose you'll get the thing you wanted ever since you entered this place" Right, he promised me if I had passed a million doors he'll answer my questions and let me free. I don't trust this guy one bit after what he pulled in the last door but he's the only thing I can lean on.

"Make haste Markus! The time is nigh for another door!" Grabbing the damned book, I made my way to the exit door. The door was old, and was pretty apparent due to the moss that was present due to the shift of color from the sides, with a hint of greenish black on the corners. The doorknob seemed to be barely intact, it seemed like it could break if you touched it. Though I already know how durable that knob is, shivers went down my spine as I twisted the knob. It was my instincts telling me, “Run away! Don't open the door!” but it should already know what happens if I stay here too long.

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Opening the door, it emits a yellow glow on its borders, inside the door was a scenery of a hill. Hm? A hill? I wonder what the next door is going to be about… The book began to glow, I quickly opened it, “Heed no mistake Markus, for the next door is intertwined with the reason you are here.” It read, finally, I can finally know why I'm in this hell hole.

I closed the book, entering the door after I did. My body felt like it was pulled by bull's, Jesus it hurts. Oh God how much it hurts, it feels like my body was getting ripped in half, I can barely stay conscious due to the pain, I suddenly hear a voice in my head, it was Gabriel. “Markus, Markus, Markus. Did you think that just because you felt this about a hundred thousand times, you would be numbed to it? Silly Markus,” God, I'm so tired of this. Please, end it all, even if it means I'll go to oblivion, it's better than this. Then I heard a high pitched sound, it was loud, it was so loud. It was loud enough to burst my eardrums, blood began to bleed from my ears as I felt my body being slowly pulled apart. Breathing heavily, I finally passed out due to the intense pain.

The sounds of the church bell and birds chirping awakened me, I was on grass. sitting up from my current position, I inspected where I had awoken, I was at the top of a hill. On my right was a church, and on my left was a wooden house. I'm guessing that house is mine? Hm? Wait, I don't have the book. Where is it? Ah whatever, I'll probably get it a few minutes later.

Behind me, was a withered tree. approaching the withered tree I noticed it had a lot of holes, like one of those woodpecker holes. Looking more closely I see a sort of liquid oozing from it, it was blood. Pig's blood to be exact, I know the stench, after smelling it for a thousand times I think I've become accustomed to it, though it still disgusts me. I spotted a piece of folded paper on one of the holes.

Slowly, I took and unfolded it. It was a poorly drawn message. “Markus, to make this door more fun, I'll leave these little clues to you in these little folded papers. And to make it more fun I'll make them into information and hints of your past!" The hand drawing was like it was made by a child, fits him perfectly. I crumpled the paper, throwing it away on one of the holes. So that's why I didn't wake up with my book? So that you could have more fun with my suffering and cluelessness? Typical Gabriel.