The sharp, threatening spears drip from the ceiling, creating a unsettling aura in the air.

I step forward, hesitant. My food submerged in cold, sloshy liquids. I take another small step, breathing in the frozen air. I shiver, as i walk, one foot infront of the other. Ice surrounds me, in every direction, not a fragment of fresh air, or greenery. I break into a sprint. I want to be free. Let me ou...