A simple game.

You've come to a hall. There is an open door to your left, and a closed door straight ahead.
You know the door ahead is unlocked.
You know it is the way.
But still, curiosity gets the better of you, and you look left.

It is a plain, undecorated room.
There is a woman sitting in the room, at a table against the wall.
She is old; the wrinkles on her face speak of everything from excruciating pain to ecstasy.
She is not alive.
But, she is breathing. She is moving.

"Come, sit with me," she says.

You know the door ahead is unlocked.

You know it is the way.

But who is she? And what is this?

Intrigued, you take a step into the room. 

Her lips lift, ever so slightly, smirking. Smiling. 

You relax. Alive or not, she seems kind. 

"Come, sit..." She is playing with something. A deck of cards?

She smiles openly now, seeing the inquisition written in your eyes.

"How about a game of chance?"

You know the door ahead is unlocked.

You know it is the way.

But what does she have to offer?

As you walk further into the room, you see...

Behind her is another door. 

You do not know where it goes. 

She does. You know she does. 

"A simple game of chance..." she whispers as you sit down. 

"You know the door ahead is unlocked." speaks a voice. 

"And you know it is the way." 

But that voice is too familiar. 

You know if you sit, the door behind you will close. 

You don't know if it will open again. 

The woman is laying out the cards on the table. 

All you have to do is win.

Right?