I immediately panicked. I have never in this situation before, yet here I am. Oh, my head ached as if I banged it.

I peered at the note. This is my hand writing. Who else could have written it. In the corner, there was a fingerprint made of blood. It said get out quickly. I searched the room for doors and windows, but all I found was a pencil, paper, and torn paper, which resembles the one I was...