Petrified and alone, the girl lay in the dark. Time passed, and the warmth in her limbs evaporated. Slowly the voice within her abated. As both drained away within her, a new urge emerged. She needed to move. She knew she couldn't stay here. It was not a voice that told her this. It was pure instinct. The instinct to survive. She sat up slowly, her limbs stiff. Her body shivered, and it was not just the cold. Something was in here with her.
The realisation of her situation, the absurdity of it, hit home. Had someone kidnapped her? Some sicko? Was this some sort of a game? No, it felt too real. There was some instinct, some third sense, that told her that this was real. She was in mortal danger, and she knew it. She still wore her night clothes. A soft cotton t-shirt and shorts. They offered no warmth or protection. She began to feel around in the dark.
She was in a room. The floor felt like packed dirt on her bare feet. The walls where rough stone. Her fingers traced grooves, where stones had been joined together. She began to follow the wall, her hand holding it for guidance. Her feet shuffling forward, slowly searching the floor. Her toe stubbed something sharp. She let out a soft yelp. Cognisant not to make any noise, she bit her lip. The girl bent down, and gently searched for the object.
On the hard dirt floor, she found a knife. Rusted and blunt. She picked it up, more for the feeling of safety, than any use it might actually give her. Slowly she began to search her dark home. She was in a square room, almost a small hall. At one end, some stairs led up to a metal gate. It had large bars, like those found in a prison cell. It was locked. At the other end, stairs led down to a second room.
The air in the second room felt different. It felt like a larger volume, as though the roof was higher. There were pillars in the centre, like those found in a church. What was this place? It felt like a ghost tour. She had gone on once, below the city of Edinburgh. Exploring the crypts below the city, whilst a guide told ghost stories. This reminded her of that. Except then, she had scoffed at the stories. Now she was terrified. In the distance she heard a scream.
@Dumb_Comment_Bot I'm in the bottom right corner of the map. The two rooms linked by a single passage. They lead down to a larger structure.