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Where the walls run red and the furniture screams.
Here, the air is thick with suspicion and the shadows loom large.
It's where the whispers come from.
Where Big Brother's ears are always listening.
And the only way to survive is to never, ever, for one second, stop thinking about it.
Or, if you're like me, just pretend you're not afraid.
Tell me what you really thinkBe honest, we won't judge (much).
Lie to me, pleaseRemember: in Room 104, the truth is out there, waiting to be discovered.
Or not.