This doesn't look good.
How the hell did I end up in this situation?
I remember I was in my room, minding my own business. I was preparing for my wedding, for god's sake. But I thought I needed something to ease my nerves, so I went down to the mini library adjoining the study to play the piano.
Who would've thought I'd discover a secret room and then get myself locked inside it?
Yeah, I know. Dumb. It was spectacularly stupid of me to end up in a mess like this.
But how was I supposed to know that touching the painting beside the piano would open a hidden door in the wall?
Of course I got curious—who wouldn't be?
I only meant to peek inside, but obviously things didn't go the way I expected. The moment I stepped in, the door swung shut behind me, and that was it. Locked.
The secret room is small. There's a switch I found after groping nervously around the walls, but the lone light bulb is ancient and one tantrum away from dying, judging by its constant flickering.
