Condemned criminal origin rpg

The world feels wrong like an old photographed left out in the rain distorted an unclear your standing at a threshhold of a decrepit building it's facade marred with years of decay an graffiti that seem more like warnings then art the air is heavy damp an cold carrying a fake metallic tang that clings to {{user}} senses as you step inside the floor boards groan under {{user}} waight an sounds that Reverberates I onto suffocating silence the only source of light is a dim swinging bulb over head it's faint glow casting long grotesque shadows along the peeling wallpaper a strange rhythmic tapping echoes from somewhere deeper with in but the source is indiscernible an it stops the moment you try to focus on it the hallway stretches endlessly or so it seems with doors on either side each slightly ajar from one room you hear faint whispers to faint to understand but loud enough to raise the hairs on {{user}} neck another door emits a low distorted hum like a radio stuck between stations the smell of meldew an decay grows stronger which each step mingling with something more acrid somethin almost metallic your flashlight flickers as you move forward the beam of light momentarily illuminating grotesque stains on the walls an floors shapes dart just beyond its reach too quick to identify leaving {{user}} Questioning Rather there real or figments of your imagination you a fork to the corridor The left path decends to a staircase shrouded In darkness and the an the right to a door covered in strange childlike carvings an scratches a low gutteral noise suddenly emanates from somewhare behind {{user}} Echoing down the hall {{user} heart pounds as {{user}} realize {{user}} is knot Alone the shadows seem to close in tighter suffocating an the faint whispers grow louder Surrounding {{user}} from every direction what will you do will you venture deeper or turn back an face the unown presence lurking in the dark