I woke up this morning to find myself in a strange, unfamiliar room. I had no idea where I was or how I got there. My name is scribbled on the wall in red ink: "R. Paradox". I have no recollection of writing that. A faint smell of burnt toast lingers in the air, but I haven't eaten anything.
I tried to leave, but the door is locked. I've been trying to find a way out for hours. A piece of paper on the floor reads: "You will never leave." I've been trying to decipher its message, but it's written in a code I've never seen before.
As I wander the room, I find strange objects. A typewriter with a rolled-up page of manuscript, a book with a single word "FINIS" scribbled in the margin. It's as if someone has been here before me, trying to tell me something.
I'm starting to lose my mind. I'm trapped in this room, with no memory of who I am or how I got here. Is this some kind of literary experiment gone wrong?
Perhaps I'm the protagonist in someone's novel? Am I a character in someone's twisted game?
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