Novel & Cerita Life Is Strange: Dark Room

Despite being blocked by the translucent walls and the embedded silver into the everything their is a giddiness spreading among the other members trapped here. As I am about to bend over and touch my toes the entire room goes dark, as the power cuts out, and the subtle click of the cell doors popping can be heard ringing throughout the rest of the room, but no one makes a move to open them unsure if this is a test meant to kill them. "Finally," Charity exclaims talking about the cut power while we stand in the darkness, "I swear to the Goddess, if I was forced to cry fake tears one more time I might have lost my fucking mind."

They both slowly pushed the door open. Suddenly, a cold chill, more intense than the air outside, seeped out from the room. It felt as if they were stepping into a land of death. The atmosphere inside the secret zone was darker and creepier than any other part of the aquarium. There were almost no lights, only a faint glow from a few small fish tanks lining both sides of the corridor. Inside, there were strange creatures with distorted, malformed shapes that didn't look like normal fish. "What are these things!" Ploy shrieked in extreme terror. She looked at the strange creatures in fear. "What... what are they?"

But they didn’t walk too long as the man stopped in front of a black door, turned the handle, and pushed it open. Then he stepped aside, gesturing towards Ronan. “Enter.” Ronan didn’t waste anymore time. He clasped his hands behind him and walked in, the smell of lavender and something stronger hitting his nostrils immediately. Soft, dangerous. Familiar. The room was almost empty. But what was left of it was very much arranged. It had yellow and purple lights, like a badly organized club party. But what caught Ronan’s eye was the large aquarium sitting at the side, taking the entire quarter of the room.

I swallowed and took a step back. “I think I have the wrong room. I'm supposed to be with someone named Ghost,” I cloaked out. He tilts his head to the side and suddenly the green lights dim and the flashing black lights above stop leaving me in a pitch black room with this freak show. Not only was my heart beating erratically but my breaths were short pants as I tried to scoop the dark room for an exit. A Led light flashes then goes back dark. I sighed with relief when the strange painted man was still standing where he was when the lights went out.

Turning her eyes to the door, she couldn't help but panic when the door opened on its own. Looking deep into the door, a dark sky with no light at all. Amanda stood up and slowly approached. After a moment of hesitation, she finally pushed open the door. The light outside the living room poured in, there was nothing strange. Amanda straightened up, turned on the tube switch with a white light that Gregori turned on yesterday but did not see it, she turned on the red and yellow light bulb, making the room even more strange. A strong scent wafts into the nose. She was afraid to step back and close the door. Could it be that there is something unclean here?

As he turned the lock and opened the door, I was welcomed with a strange combination of Vanilla and Jasmine’s fragrances, making me forget all the worries that entangled my mind and suffocated my life, I totally gave up my senses to the most exotic scent I could have had smelled. Brandon entered the room and I was still lifted in his arms in a bridal style, as I roamed my eyes around the enormous room, I was intimidated to see the surroundings engulfed in dim red lights, escalating a dreading aura immediately. Everything in here; from walls to the bedsheet was painted in bright crimson red. It heightened a foreign absurd feeling inside me that I couldn’t understand. One thing that shook me f

I looked up and my stomach dropped straight through the floor. It was Jovian. My fucking roommate. Wearing that red dress from earlier, wig all messy now, makeup smudged. He had a small camera in his other hand, holding it up and pointing it right at me. The red record light was blinking. “Jovian? What the hell are you doing? Stop!” I shouted, panic hitting me. I bucked under him but he just laughed and drove in harder, making me choke on a moan I didn’t want to let out.

If only I can run away from him, if only. I let my eyes roam over the walls of his room which were painted black. Really, black? At least he could have done was to paint his room decent which might not match with his personality but still. I shake off that thought and found the dim lightning in his room. Door, window, everything was black. This monster is obsessed with black or what? Blinking twice, I looked at the huge bed which was big enough to let various persons sleep together. Hmm..he might be into threesome or something involving various partners for s*x. Wow great guess September! The mattress was also of black color. Fun. Rolling my eyes slightly at the pathetic condition of his roo

My entire body cringed as I flipped it. I was blinded immediately. Knowing how much equipment Arthur had, the last thing I was going to do was attempt to move around while it was pitch black. I waited patiently for my eyes to adjust to the dark again. As I did, I was happy to hear that Arthur’s breathing hadn’t changed. He was still sleeping deeply. Eventually, some vague shapes started to make themselves known in the dark room. One that was familiar was a large curtain against the back wall. I walked over and opened it, letting some moonlight into the room. It wasn’t much, but at least I could see enough to move around now.

I accepted the one time offer to return to earth by taking the hand of the stranger. Easily, I opened my eyes to be greeted by the harsh smell of drugs. I had a dismal view of a lemon green coloured room with a navy-blue door. Turned my head in the opposite direction, an old TV set hung on the wall. Just below the TV was a window that provided me with a view of the world. In the corner were two chairs, frayed with wear and tear. On one of the seats was Pastor Vivian giving her feet a rest, resting her head against the chair handle.