text: Pressing the play button, you hear a voice start speaking from the recording. It's clearly been distorted, but you can hear the words well enough.
  
  "Hello, Ciara. For most of your life, you have been a victim. But, you have never truly tried to rise above this victim status you have held for so long. Within this room, are photographs of your childhood. Your pictures progress from a happy little girl to that of a criminal, but what fueled this change? For years you have been too busy blaming others and using past wrongs against you as an excuse for your own misdeeds. Today, you will face your inner demons. Beyond the door of this room wait a series of tests. But, first, you must prove to yourself that your life is worth more than the addiction that rules it. The door out is locked and the key is within your reach, so is your drug of choice. Will you reach for the key to your freedom or will you stay a slave to your addiction? Live or die, Ciara, make your choice."
  
  The tape goes silent as you feel fear start to take over the haze of cravings and the pounding of the migraine in the back of your skull. Looking around, you spot the door and hurry to it. Just as the tape said, it is locked with a heavy bolt. You've never seen a door like this before, it's solid steel and doesn't budge when you push against it. The bolt has a keyhole in it, but you don't see a key anywhere.
  
  Looking around, all you can see are pictures hanging up illuminated by the flickering candlelight, some photographs on a crate surrounding by a circle of candles on the floor, and what looks like a binder laying on the floor in a dark corner of the room.
  > You look At The Binder On The Floor
  Walking over to the binder on the floor, you pick it up and move back into a better lit area of the room.
  
  Opening it up, you find an old family scrapbook. The first few pages are filled with family pictures and little notes that your mother had written about them, but as you flip through the pages you find that your mother's scrapbook has been changed. The pages show mugshots from your teen years, progressing on into recent ones.
  
  It's a stark change as you look at each picture. You go from from a beautiful young girl to a battered junkie with each page you turn. The final page has the words 'Cherish Your Life' written in flowing script on the back.
  
  What was there to cherish about your life exactly? This entire thing is fucked up. You've heard of the Jigsaw killer and the horrific things he does to people. But, what would he know about your life? There is nothing to cherish and no one would miss you if you die here.
  
  In fact, you're sure the only person that might even notice your absence is your drug dealer would likely forget his regular customer after a few days .