No. I haven’t eaten the food yet. No. I haven’t so much as touched it.

No. I haven’t even come close to it, either.

But yes, I’ve calmed down, diary.

Slightly. Slightly.

I don’t know how I even feel about this plate showing up. The thought of being trapped in complete loneliness was terrifying, of being stuck in a room where I might possibly die without anyone even knowing about it.

But this isn’t much better.

This confirms the idea I’m not actually alone. There’s others out there doing God knows what. And I honestly don’t even give a fuck about what they’re doing. The disturbing thing is that they are present.

I don’t know if they can see me. Don’t know if they can hear me.

But they can access me. Send me things, evidently… possibly even alter my room for me…

But this must mean there’s still an entrance.

Yes. If they can still get in and give me food, I must be able to still get out.

I have to find it.

Maybe it’s a secret trapdoor in the floor, or maybe is one of the light panels in the ceiling a fake?

I don’t know and I don’t care. I’ll find this exit, whatever it might cost.