This confrontational hall blares at you like a siren with an intense, burning orange-red glow.

“What the hell do you want from me?” you yell it.

There is no response except the wet dripping of a leak nearby.

And yet, somehow, it feels impossibly loud in this confined space.

There are four rooms here, each more dilapidated than the last. It feels like something terrible happened within these walls.

You step careful through the debris, exploring every corner of each room.

In the last room you enter, you see what looks to be a recently-used artist’s desk.

Has someone been here?

Is someone still using this space?

You tentatively approach the desk and find a stack of papers blotted with colorful ink.

The title at the top reads: “Why I’m Both a Men’s Health Advocate and a Feminist.”

Why did someone come to this dangerous place to leave this here?

What did they want?

Were they hoping you would just happen to wander your way here and find it?

Why was it so important that they had to bring it here - to this forgotten place?

Do you think there are clues in the text?