SOTANO

Driving home from the airport you glance at your fuel gauge and notice the needle is hitting the red line. Starting to feel tired you decide to take a little known short cut through a quiet village, the shorter drive will save fuel rather than stopping to fill up. Passing some of the large old houses the car begins to make some strange noises and you realize you have pushed your luck, rolling slowly to a halt in front of one of the largest houses on the street. How embarrassing. You decide to swallow your pride and knock the door for help. Moments after knocking on the door your world turns black and you find yourself waking up in the basement, reading a note left by the owner: “I’m sorry you have found yourself waking up here but you were snooping on my property and I was alerted to your presence. I will be back shortly. You will find the door to your room locked. Don’t be alarmed, this is for your own safety as my home has many unconventional contraptions that might otherwise ‘confuse’ you. Feel free to look around, although I apologise for the rather limited decor.”