[b][i][u][color=0072bc]Niles Wendale[/color][/u][/i][/b]

	Niles woke up slightly, then started going back to sleep. His head was pounding, his entire body felt groggy, and it was entirely too cold. Something kept him from going back to sleep however. Something was wrong. Was he supposed to get up at a certain time? Did he have something to do? The only thing he had had planned was that stupid escape room thing. Wait... hadn't he already done that? No. But he went to the building. He signed the thing and waited in the lobby room... where he got really tired. He snapped awake, embarrassed to have fallen asleep in the waiting room.

	He was not in the waiting room.

	Niles looked around, realizing he was in some kind of cell. Had someone called the cops on him? Then he remembered the theme of the escape room. Asylum. [i]Wait, did they fucking DRUG me!?[/i] He thought. He looked down at the hospital gown he had on. "... oh, HELL no!" He got up and flung open the doors to the wardrobe. He pulled out his clothes and quickly put them on. "I did NOT sign up for THIS shit!" He grumbled angrily. He grabbed his backpack from inside the wardrobe, instantly noticing how light it was. He hastily opened it and found only his sketchpad and art supplies. "... They took my shit! All of my shit!!"

	Just then, a PA system crackled into life. Niles listened angrily as he finished lacing and tying his boots. He looked around the small cell for anything remotely code like. He found nothing. He groaned as he flopped down onto the mattress. "This is gonna suuuuuuck..."